Staring blankly at the girl's bleeding stump, Huang Ying felt as if the air had solidified.
This girl hadn't lost a glove, a handkerchief, or tissue paper, but a hand!
The blood almost splattered onto his face. Huang Ying was a doctor, and he knew that only a freshly severed hand would bleed like this.
His calves went weak; the scene before him differed from what he had imagined. He thought the girl was asking him to search for a lost pet, only to find out she was asking for her amputated hands.
He had never encountered such a task before!
The psychological gap was too great. Huang Ying opened his mouth several times, not knowing how to respond, and then he fled back to his room as if escaping.
"Helping a neighbor find her hand? This task in the hidden map is a bit outrageous."
After readjusting his mindset, Huang Ying ran into the bathroom: "I entered the hidden map through the toilet door, so I should probably get back through the same door."
