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-"

don't need to worry

froze, caught

wound will heal on its own. Don't fuss over it. Besides, you've got work to do. Go on, I've got another

hand, and that's a

a doctor, their hands were as vital as their

injury

deep and long,

was unthinkable that Wilfred had endured the pain this long without showing

thought of him performing a surgery in

isn't in any shape for a major surgery. If you insist on going through with it, it won't just be the surgery at risk-it could permanently damage your hand. Is that what you want?"

his patients and took his profession seriously. Framing

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

took it all in, her heart heavy with discomfort. Without

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