Shirley could tell that those hands were that of a woman.

Dazed, she lifted her eyes and was met with a pair of clear, wide eyes.

“The doctor said that your injuries will need proper care to recover, so it’s better if you rest,” Cathy said gently as she slowly helped Shirley back to the bed.

Shirley sat back down, then gave a cold chuckle.

“Which quack said that? Could I ever recover from my current condition? If they can’t even make the most basic of judgments, they shouldn’t even be doctors!”

She mocked cynically while enduring her pain.

“Do those pompous quacks think that they’re being kind by telling such lies? I don’t need such hollow kindnesses! Just say that I am crippled and disfigured! There’s no hope for recovery!”

Upon seeing Shirley giving in to despair, Cathy sternly emphasized.

“Of course there’s hope! Yes, there might be a lot of unqualified doctors out there, but there are also a lot of good doctors, like Adam, who’s also your brother. Believe in him. He’ll defi