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Anna Jadwin was lying in bed, feeling as if her throat was filled with gravel, causing her unbearable pain.
Her hands hurt so much and the itching was unbearable…
She instinctively wanted to scratch, but her hands were held tight.
Anna Jadwin cracked her eyes open slightly, to see a stunningly handsome face, with a familiar scent wafting around her.
Wayne Bailey clasped her small hand, using a special solution to remove the residual lime paste from her hands.
But because they had been soaked in it for a long time, her hands had started to deteriorate, covered in sores of varying sizes…
Wayne Bailey was personally treating every wound on Anna Jadwin's body, applying ointment to her back, and tying a crucifix-shaped bandage around her body…
Under the light, Wayne Bailey's long eyelashes were very close, as he held a small needle to prick the blisters on her hand.
"Ah..." Anna Jadwin winced and pulled back her hand in pain.