She had barely left when Nordly, lying on the ICU operating table, suddenly spoke:
"...Leave me alone."
Her voice was weaker than ever, completely stripped of her usual strength and composure, as light as a sheet of paper in the wind.
"Head Nurse Nordly? We already administered the anesthetic—has your Aura Sea become so chaotic that even the anesthesia can't suppress it?"
"Anna... hasn't had it easy."
Nordly's voice was filled with sorrow:
"Someone like me would be better off dead. I've committed so many sins. Now it's time for me to atone..."
"What are you saying? You saved so many lives. If not for you, people like us would have died long ago."
The lead surgeon's nose stung. No matter what, Nordly had been their colleague and friend for years, protecting their peace with force.
"...No matter how much water you add to a bottle of ink, it will never become clear. Wrongdoing can never be washed clean."
Nordly struggled, trying to raise her hand and pull out her breathing tube.
"Let me die. I should have died long ago—"
Bang! The ICU doors were violently kicked open, and a nurse immediately shouted, "Surgery is in progress! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed inside—"
Before she could finish, her face suddenly flushed. A yellow-and-black trench coat flashed past her, and she was casually pushed aside.
Though they had only brushed past each other, that flawless, handsome face made her heart race, leaving her momentarily lovestruck.
"How strange. I was only gone for three days. How did I become an outsider?"
The handsome man spread his arms and said innocently:
"Don't you recognize me, doctors? You drew my bone marrow and blood, didn't you? How heartless of you to pull the tube and forget the man. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
There seemed