Lin Xinlan watched him, and her hanging heart settled down quite a bit.
She wanted to say something, but Tao Hua hurried past without noticing her presence, walking straight by her side.
She closed her mouth and continued to wait for the surgery to end.
After a while, a bodyguard noticed that one of her sleeves was stained with a lot of fresh blood. On closer inspection, he realized that her arm was injured.
He approached her and said, "Young Madam, your arm is injured. Let me take you to treat the wound."
Just then, a nurse wearing a mask approached, and the bodyguard instinctively stopped her, "Miss nurse, could you take her to treat her wound? She has a cut on her arm."
Lin Xinlan wanted to say she was fine, but her arm kept aching faintly and indeed needed attention.
The nurse's gaze fell on her and hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Okay, follow me."
"Thank you." Lin Xinlan stood up, her legs a little stiff and unsteady.
