Yun Shan held her stinging cheek, her long, disheveled hair covering half her face. Blood stained her palm and seeped between her fingers. Her pale lips trembled, and she could not say a word.
Slowly, tears gathered in Yun Shan's eyes. She cast a resentful glance at Shen Yin, who was casually standing there in her white coat. Yun Shan's eyes gradually reddened.
She suddenly turned away and left the autopsy room in a sorry state. When she saw the frail-looking assistant waiting outside, she was overwhelmed with shame and hatred.
Yun Shan grabbed the assistant's wrist with one hand, digging her nails into the assistant's flesh. With the other hand, Yun Shan yanked the assistant's hair so hard that the latter's features contorted in pain.
Yun Shan finally felt a little better when she saw how ugly the assistant looked.
