At that moment, Jenny was being cared for by other passengers, all of whom were deeply sympathetic towards her ordeal.
Standing in front of Jenny's room, Qian Cangyi hesitated for a moment. He adjusted his own mental state, hoping to confront Jenny's current situation with equanimity.
"Father Marshal, you're here?" The woman who spoke was Mora. Her destination was not Yin'an, but she was on the route to Yin'an. After finding out about Jenny's condition, she volunteered to assist her.
"Yes, how is Jenny doing?" Qian Cangyi looked at Jenny lying on the bed. If he hadn't already known about Jenny's lost limbs, other than her hollow gaze, it was hard to tell the difference between now and her usual self.
"Still the same," Mora shook her head, "I don't know if it's good or bad. When she wakes up, I don't know if she can accept all of this." She showed deep concern for Jenny's situation, a bright young girl changed overnight into her current state.