While the nurses moved Shana to the operating table, Shana kept staring at me, her body trembling.
"What? Are you angry?" I asked her casually as I put on my surgical gown.
"Luna, she recognized you. Why don't we just…" Galen stood next to me, holding his tongue. At the same time, his hand gestured around his neck, hinting that I should just deal with Shana, the woman who was in the way.
"It's okay. There's still value for me to keep her alive. I have a way to make sure she can't tell anyone what happened today." I shook my head. After putting on my sterilized gloves, I instructed the surgical nurses to undo the thick gauze covering her head.
Under Shana's gradually fearful gaze, the thick layers of gauze wrapped around her face were removed, revealing the gauze closest to her skin. It was mixed with blood and pus, making her look exceptionally disgusting.
"Galen, get her a mirror," I said coolly, picking up the tweezers.
