Nan Xun squeezed into the crowd and entered the ward.
She had just entered when she heard a loud shout. "Scram!"
The medical staff could not get close to the man at all.
She did not know how he sat up, but the bandages on his shoulders and arms had all split open and the bright red blood was glaring.
His face was pale and ferocious, his eyes bloodshot. He threw everything he could get at the medical staff on the bedside table.
He had somehow grabbed a fruit knife and was waving it around fiercely.
Nan Xun saw anger, despair, breakdown, and pain in his eyes…
Her heart seemed to be jumping out of her throat.
He already knew about his leg condition.
She had expected this to happen.
Even an ordinary person would not be able to accept it, let alone him!