But I noticed something strange.
Every time a man’s voice could be heard in the hallway, Emily would move restlessly, even in her sleep.
At five in the morning, she finally opened her eyes.
I approached her.
“Hello, Emily. I’m Dr. Daniel. You’re in the hospital. You’re safe here.”
She stared at me for a long time.
Then she suddenly grabbed my hand.
“Doctor… please… don’t tell my father I’m alive.”
At first, I thought she was still confused.
“Why are you saying that?”