Daisy Ginger's words were like a slap that struck her face hard.
Charlotte Smith's complexion went through a mix of green and white; her pale lips quivered for a while before she slowly quieted down.
She kept her head down and did not speak further.
Daisy Ginger was momentarily at a loss for words; she and Charlotte Smith never got along, and staying to care for her was merely out of a small sense of sympathy.
"You should go back." After a while, Daisy Ginger said softly, "You staying here isn't of any use, is it? Let the doctors handle the professional matters."
Charlotte hung her head, her long black hair cascading down, as crystalline drops gradually formed on her pointed chin.
Not expecting to make someone cry, Daisy Ginger found herself a bit embarrassed, pursing her lips helplessly and looking aside.
Charlotte slowly walked to the side. Instead of leaving, she merely sat down hugging her knees, about a meter away from the glass separating her from the operating room.
