On the ground.
Angie Prairie and Princess Romanti blankly watched as Carola pulled her hand out of her chest. Although her hand was covered in blood, there was no pain on her face, as if this hand had not stabbed into her chest at all.
"Hey, Angie Prairie, stop daydreaming. Hurry up and treat her. Don't you know how to do it?" Princess Romanti reacted and immediately shouted at her.
However, to her surprise, Angie Prairie ignored her shout. Instead, she frowned and her gaze landed on Carola's bloodstained hand with a thoughtful expression.
"Carola, I think I'm wrong," Angie Prairie suddenly said.
Carola turned to look at her. Her face was still expressionless without any pain.
"What did you guess wrong?"