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qWhile in a half-conscious state, Francesca felt someone removing the bandages on her face, causing her to jolt awake and grab onto the unknown person's hand. “What are you doing?”

The female doctor jumped in fright before explaining, “I just wanted to check for injuries on your face.”

“There's no need for that.”

Francesca didn't want anyone to see her face and risk having her identity exposed.

“All right, then.” The doctor didn't insist. “I heard you're a doctor too, and a really good one at that.”

Francesca remained silent and sat herself up on the bed.

Ever since she was young, there was nothing she feared—except for water.

She felt terrible after falling into the hot spring and swallowing so much of that herbal concoction.

“The injury on the back of your head is a little problematic. You should take care of that as soon as possible, or things could get real bad,” the doctor reminded. “You can't perform the surgery on yourself no matter how skilled you are. So you'll have to let someone else do it.”

“Huh?” Francesca turned to her. “Are you saying you can do it?”

“I had a look at your X-ray.” The doctor took out an X-ray film and pointed at the visible metal piece. “It's already pressing against a nerve. There's definitely going to be some risk.”

“How confident are you?” Francesca gazed at her.

“Fifty percent.”

Francesca rolled her eyes.

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