Chapter 241: Your Hand, I Stitched Up with Seventeen Stitches

Tong Ran shook her head, her voice exceptionally frail, "I'm fine, no need to look..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt something flicker before her eyes, and then her body went limp, collapsing straight to the ground!

"Miss Tong!"

These were the last three words she heard before she lost consciousness.

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Pain.

Nothing but pain.

It felt like the pain from the needle last night.

No, it was a thousand times worse than last night's needle.

Tong Ran kept her eyes closed, her mind hazy, only feeling a numbing pain in her left hand. She shivered, her right hand instinctively clutching the bedsheet beneath her.

Bedsheet?

Was she lying in bed?

How could she be lying in bed?!

This thought shocked Tong Ran, and her breathing gradually became hurried. Then, with a swoosh, she opened her eyes!

Her view was engulfed in pure white.

Where was this?

Then, a gentle male voice sounded beside her ear, "How do you feel?"