She could see the deep sympathy in the eyes of the chief physician and a row of interns.
After all, for a beautiful young woman like her, her right hand was now a useless ornament. Even holding a pen to write might become a luxury.
Xia Zhaoyun's expression remained unchanged as she went on to the neurology department. After a series of examinations, she received an official medical assessment from the hospital's vice president, confirming traumatic sensorineural hearing loss in her left ear.
She left the hospital with her back straight, walking for a long time with her lips pressed tightly together before she finally let out a long, heavy breath. Gazing at the sinking sun, she murmured in a voice tinged with sorrow and a strange sense of relief, "I'm shouldering the infamous reputation of a murderer, and now my right hand and left ear are permanently disabled. This should be enough to repay the debt I owe the Song Family for raising me, right?"
