Wang Chun raised her bloody hands and sat in front of Ding Wan's bed. She listened to Ding Wan's moaning, and her heart was burning with anxiety.
However, no matter how much she shouted, no one came over to give him the anesthetic dosage. Wang Chun was desperate and helpless. She did not dare to curse Jin Li, so she could only curse Ding Shan differently. She lost strength, collapsed on the side, and wailed as she cursed.
Ding Wan survived the pain after the surgery and woke up faintly. He saw Wang Chun lying on the side and crying.
In the past few days, from the detention center to the hotel, there was not a day that he was not on edge. He had not even eaten a good meal. Wang Chun's entire body was not good. Her fat body appeared even more bloated, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to have increased by a few more lines as if she had aged ten years in a few days.
