Sofia woke up from the bed, her eyes slowly coming into focus. She found that the two crazies were nowhere to be seen. A sense of relief washed over her, a feeling of having escaped a near-death experience.

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

No, she couldn't stay here. She had been beaten half to death just on the first day. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she stayed any longer.

"I want to go out!"

She sat up abruptly: "I need to call my mom."

Today, Martina would take her away!

She didn't want to stay here for another minute.

The nurse heard the commotion, lifted the curtain and peered in. Then she shouted outside: "She's awake. Come and take her away."

Sofia felt a sense of foreboding: "Where are you taking me? No, I'm not leaving! I'm injured! I'm not going."

"They'll beat me to death if I go back."

The nurse gave her a cold look and said calmly: "They won't. We've already taught them a lesson. They won't hit you anymore."

How could Sofia believe that?

They were crazy!

"No, no! I'm not leaving! I want to see my mom! I want to see her now!"

The nurse laughed: "What patient here isn't crazy? Come on, don't be silly."

Sofia pushed the nurse away, running wildly towards the door!

The nurse shouted loudly: "Stop her!"

Three or four people rushed in from outside and immediately seized Sofia, forcing her back onto the bed.

The nurse looked at her condition, shook her head and said: "Give her a sedative."

Sofia's eyes widened.

If they gave her a sedative, she might pass out and wouldn't even know what those two were doing to her.

That would be even worse!

No, she couldn't take a sedative!

Sofia shook her head furiously, but how could she fight four people?

She could only watch helplessly as the nurse plunged the needle into her arm, pushing the liquid into her body.

Her eyelids grew heavy.

Sofia's tears flowed in despair.

She was finished.

Before she fell asleep, she heard the nurse's sneering voice: "She's calling others crazy? I think she's crazier than those two."

A few days later, Martina came to see Sofia for the first time.

The moment she saw Sofia, she covered her mouth, speechless.

It had only been a few days, yet Sofia seemed much thinner.

Her hair looked like a bird's nest, uncombed.

There was no light in her eyes.

Her skin was dirty and unwashed, with bruises all over it.

Martina almost rushed forward, shouting: "Sofia, they beat you? Good! I'm going to go find the hospital director right now! How dare they beat a patient, do they have any laws?"

Sofia was startled awake by her voice and grabbed her hand urgently: "Mom, it's no use. You get me out of here. I want to leave now!"

"I'd rather go to jail than stay here!"

Two days ago, another woman was brought into the ward, looking completely dazed. But unbeknownst to anyone, she was hiding a knife!

In the middle of the night, she crouched by Sofia's bedside, pressing the knife against her and saying she wanted to perform surgery on her.

The other two women, as if seeing some kind of entertainment, came over to help hold Sofia down.

If the knife hadn't been so blunt, Sofia would have been disemboweled.

But even so, she still had a gaping wound on her stomach.

"Mom, I can't stay here. I'll die if I stay here!"

Martina was frightened by her words and quickly comforted her: "Okay, okay, I'll go find the director now. I'll get you out of here, no matter how much it costs."

Without hesitation, Martina walked towards the director's office.

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In the director's office, Paul was smiling at the painting in front of him: "Miss Flores, it's really a pleasure to have you here today."

Daniela smiled faintly: "It's nothing. I just happened to want to see a Ken masterpiece."

Paul "haha" laughed: "If my grandfather heard you say that, he'd be so happy. To be honest, the person he admires most right now is Miss Flores. Before he went back to his hometown, he said he wanted to bring you some local specialties."

Daniela was taken aback.

Ivan hadn't said Ken was sick, so why would he go back to his hometown?

Before she could think it over, the door to the director's office creaked open.