“You're usually the one performing surgeries. How does it feel to be on the operating table?"

“Nothing special," she replied.

“Why do you trust me so much?" Harland asked.

“I recalled something when I saw you yesterday!" Camila confessed with a smile.

"What's that?" Harland was curious.

"You slipped in the mud."

Harland also reminisced.

"You only remember my embarrassing moments."

With a smile, Camila's consciousness began to fade.

She didn't know when she passed out entirely.

A few hours later, she woke up, slightly disoriented.

She was in a patient room.

“Are you feeling alright?" Harland checked.

After regaining her senses, she responded, “I'm fine."

“Then rest well. Call me anytime if you're not comfortable."

"Alright," Camila agreed.

Harland headed towards the door and opened it. Just as he was about to exit, he spotted a man standing in the doorway!

Unintentionally, Harland recoiled a step.

The man at the door exuded an intense presence, inducing a sense of nervousness.

“May I know whom you seek?" Harland inquired.