Wilfred looked at Karina, but in the end, he didn't say what was on his mind.

"How much longer are you going to wrap it?" he asked.

Karina snapped out of her thoughts and realized she had nearly mummified his hand in bandages. "Oh, sorry! You were talking to me earlier, and I got distracted. Let me undo some of this." She carefully unwrapped a couple of outer layers, and the bandaging instantly looked much better.

Still, Karina couldn't help her worried expression. "How did you get hurt? Did you grab the knife directly earlier?"

Adjusting the bandages to feel more comfortable, Wilfred replied casually, "No, it just grazed me."

Karina's brows knit tightly together. She felt an urge to storm down to the police station and give the culprit a piece of her mind.

At the same time, she couldn't understand Wilfred's calm demeanor. He acted as if being injured was no big deal, his expression unbothered, like this was just another ordinary day.

She couldn't hold back. "You've only done basic treatment. Make sure you apply ointment when you get home, and don't let it get wet-"

tone steady. "You don't need

caught

glanced at his hand briefly before resting it on the desk. "The wound will heal on its own. Don't fuss over it. Besides, you've got work to do. Go on,

injured your right hand, and that's a

a doctor, their hands were as vital as

the injury was to

had been quietly alarmed. The cut was both deep and long,

the pain this long

performing a surgery in that state made Karina's

If you insist on going through with it, it won't just be

knew Wilfred. He cared deeply about his patients and took his profession seriously.

fell silent for a moment, his brows furrowed. "There's no one else who can take this surgery. It has to be

discomfort. Without thinking, she blurted

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