"I won't answer your questions in order." The nurse was still smiling. "This is a hospital, so there's no need to say much else. You slept for quite a while on the plane. We came to the airport to pick you up because the painkiller was about to wear off, and we were worried you'd be in pain, so we gave you another dose of Pixino. It's the crystallization of our latest medical technology—a combination of pain relief and sedation. Then we brought you to the hospital and completed the surgery. It's already the next day."
"As for your brother, he probably has his own affairs to deal with."
"..." An You really wanted to complain. She had finally broken her leg once in her life, causing all her hard work to go to waste, and yet she hadn't known a thing before the surgery was already over.
Was the sole purpose of this fracture to ruin her concert and destroy all the effort she had put in over the past year?
And that guy, too. He had actually left an injured person behind and run off. Were they even related by blood?
After briefly zoning out, she looked at the nurse again. "May I ask what country this is?"
The nurse smiled. "Guess."
"Pfft!"
Could anyone believe that this Angel in White was so mischievous?
Weren't nurses supposed to have only a few personality options—serious, amiable, gentle, and sinister? Where had this playful side come from? Did they crack jokes while giving injections, too?
An You took a deep breath. "How long will it take for my leg to recover? You can tell me that, right?"
The nurse said, "A few days will do. You only have a very minor ring-shaped fracture."
"A few days?" An You stared blankly.