"How is it, is the patient still refusing treatment?"
"No, the patient still won't let anyone get close."
"What should we do then? We can't just let the wound bleed out like this. Should we use anesthetics?"
"There are no family members present, and the patient is still conscious. Without the patient's consent, we can't proceed with anesthesia."
Olivia Lewis's mind went blank as she subconsciously looked towards the crowd.
She saw a man covered in blood lying quietly on the hospital bed. The bright red blood on him starkly contrasted with the hospital's white sheets, making it shocking to watch.
It's Adam Sinclair!
He was wearing the elegant suit he always favored, stained with dark red blood. There was a scratch on his handsome chin, his eyes shut tight, face pale...
It was the first time Olivia Lewis saw this man in such a disheveled state. She clenched her fists tightly, not even noticing her nails digging into her flesh.
