The next day was the day Yvonne had her bandages changed.

Flesh and blood were almost stuck to the bandages. Blood had already seeped through them. Every time the bandages were taken off her, it felt like someone was slicing her flesh off.

Yet Yvonne didn't let out a single sound. Her face was already as pale as a sheet. She was sweating profusely, but she merely gritted her teeth and endured the long torture.

The nurse helped the doctor while crying quietly. She softly persuaded Yvonne, "Ms. Miller, if it hurts, you can let it out. You'll feel better that way."

The nurse had changed bandages for many patients before. Even a buff man would wail out in pain. She had never seen someone like Yvonne, who would rather crush her teeth to pieces than yell out in pain.

The nurse had often seen how cool and amazing Yvonne usually looked. Now that there was a huge comparison, she felt extremely sad about it.

"Ms. Miller, don't hold it in. Should we give you some anesthetics? You might suf