After Tan Rou left, Xue Lin wanted to chase after her, but she couldn't walk at all. She could only crawl out of the door.
The middle-aged woman's heart ached. "Miss, don't move anymore. Let's go and settle the hospitalization procedures quickly! You're going to have surgery tomorrow. Don't hurt yourself more."
Xue Lin sat on the ground in a daze. She said in a hoarse voice, "Aunt Juan, why am I so unlucky? It's fine if that idiot Hu Cheng was killed by the explosion, but why must I suffer along with him? My face, my legs, and the skin on my body are all scarred. It's too ugly!"
Aunt June gently hugged Xue Lin, "Miss, let's not think about this, okay? We'll go for the surgery tomorrow. It'll definitely be effective this time."
"It's useless." Xue Lin's eyes dimmed. "My face hasn't recovered at all after so many surgeries. The doctor already said that there's no hope. What else do I have to think about?"
