She could hear the nurses discussing how her father was a traitor who sold out his country, calling her a cheap woman, pointing fingers and making comments, but she could neither talk back nor fight back.
Lying in bed, surviving on nutrient IV infusions, her stomach was starving and in pain, smelling the fragrance of her mother eating beside the bed, her stomach ached with cramps.
Her throat was as dry as if it were on fire, as uncomfortable as if sand were grinding within it.
This torture was worse than death….
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Seven days later
In the VIP ward of the military hospital.
Jing Yiren slowly opened her eyes, the pure white ceiling gradually came into focus from a blur, her eyelashes trembling slightly!
Where was this? Where was she? Why was there no canopy above her head?
Thinking about it, Jing Yiren slowly shifted her gaze to the side!
