"Aw… ouch." Hera winced in pain, watching the doctor stitch her wound. She had cut her finger so deeply that it almost exposed her bone -- even surprising her. When Dragon saw how deep it was, he called for the in-house doctor to stitch it up, leading to Hera's current situation.
"Miss Hera, how can you be so careless?" the doctor sighed as soon as he finished the suture, looking at her as if she were a troublemaker. "You were supposed to cut the stem, not your finger."
Hera lowered her head, casting a glance at Dragon across the room for help. The man simply watched her with his back against the wall. Seeing that he showed no sign of helping her, she sighed and listened to an earful of scolding.
"For now, I forbid you from arranging a vase," the doctor said after several rounds of nagging. "Until you recover, you can't arrange the vase or do anything that could reopen your wound. Do you hear me, Miss Hera?"
