Lying in bed, Joanna could feel a dull ache around her waist but it didn't affect her much.
Both Clara and Justin exchanged hesitant glances when she said that, and Joanna immediately picked up on it.
"Don't tell me I'm really paralyzed?" "Stop saying such unlucky things!" Quinton grumbled and clenched his fists.
"I'll get the best doctors in the world to cure you, there'll be no risks." "Calm down, I'm not that weak.
Even if I'm really paralyzed, you guys can just let me go," Joanna laughed and said indifferently.
She felt that it was better to die instead of living like a useless person.
"[ I don't want that, Joan! I don't want to see you suffer...You have to get better, okay?" Clara started crying again as she spoke.
Sighing, Joanna said, "Okay.
Could you all please leave? I want to sleep." She hadn't been too bothered when she arrived at the hospital, but all the people who came to see her kept crying as if she was going to die tomorrow.
