Chapter 296

Julia was a woman with a pitiful background. She had nothing, no power, no influence, and no position. Yet somehow, she knew that he was seriously injured. The night was gloomy and dark. At an abandoned underground parking lot, tortured screams echoed in the air. The smell of blood was enough to make people somewhat nauseous. "You’re a doctor, so I shouldn’t have to say more. If this hand of yours is broken, do you think it will be able to heal well?" someone coldly asked amid the dim lights. There was no hint of human warmth in the voice. "By the way, I think your hospital director had an easier death than you. It's a pity that his lips were sealed so tightly..." "I said… she has dissociative identity disorder..." The doctor's voice was extremely weak and frail, and that was especially obvious in the empty underground parking lot. "What do you mean?" "Multiple personality disorder..." "Multiple personality disorder." That was interesting. "I’ll give you another chance. You know that