The wound was narrow and deep, likely made by a razor blade or something similar.
Whoever made the cut had clearly been decisive.
But the angle of the wound seemed wrong...
Someone slitting their wrist would normally cut across it, but this wound was diagonal.
It looked as though the cut had been made in a hurry.
Hurried, yet vicious.
Song Ning stepped back twice and quietly asked a nurse standing farther away.
"What did she use to slit her wrist?"
"There was a blade on the floor when we found her. The kind from a razor," the nurse said softly.
"Where did she get it?"
The nurse shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.
Feng Yujuan couldn't help screaming as the wound was stitched.
She was semiconscious from excessive blood loss.
She was aware, but exhaustion and weakness kept her from being fully lucid.
Fortunately, the wound wasn't long, so the stitching wouldn't be too hard to endure.
With a wound that deep on her wrist, it was fortunate she had been in the hospital.
They had begun emergency treatment as soon as she was found.
Anywhere else, both she and her baby might have died.
Her condition also made subsequent medication tricky, since many commonly used drugs had to be avoided.
Once the wound had been stitched, Song Ning quietly offered the attending physician quite a few suggestions.
The doctor was open-minded and accepted nearly all of them.
Feng Yujuan would need to be moved to an observation room. Only after she was completely out of danger could she return to a regular ward.
When Song Ning left the emergency room, another person had joined those waiting outside.
The moment he saw her, he hurried over, his face deathly pale and filled with anxiety.
It was Kong