The next day was the day Yvonne had her bandages changed.

Flesh and blood were almost stuck to the bandages. Blood had already seeped through them. Every time the bandages were taken off her, it felt like someone was slicing her flesh off.

Yet Yvonne didn't let out a single sound. Her face was already as pale as a sheet. She was sweating profusely, but she merely gritted her teeth and endured the long torture.

The nurse helped the doctor while crying quietly. She softly persuaded Yvonne, "Ms