With both hands pressed firmly on the bed, a sharp pain surged through the back of her right hand.
She looked down and saw that an IV drip was attached to the back of her hand. Due to the exertion, some blood seeped out from the needle site.
"It's bleeding..." David Wright frowned and reached out to press the call button to summon a nurse.
"It's fine..." Crossley Gibson stopped him, shaking her head. "I have thrombocytopenia. Even the smallest wounds take a long time to stop bleeding. With the needle inserted like this, unless it's removed, there's no point in treatment. You don't need to call a nurse..."
"Thrombocytopenia!?" Nathan Johnson was hearing about this condition for the first time, and couldn't help but frown and ask, "Is it serious? Can it be cured!?"
Crossley Gibson smiled faintly, "Thank you for your concern. It's actually not a disease. As long as there's no large wound, there's no need for treatment, and besides, it's incurable…"
