Violet Taylor followed his pointing and looked towards the hospital ward.
Camilla Brown was still lying there, her face especially dark because of her old age and being exposed to sun and wind outdoors; her skin was even rougher. But she had a pair of large eyes, and at this moment, they were watching them. When she saw that they saw her, she immediately withdrew her gaze and lay there, groaning.
Mr. Taylor felt a surge of heartache: "Camilla, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, okay!"
Camilla then said, "Hurry and let them give me the most expensive painkiller, I'm about to die of pain!"
Mr. Taylor hurriedly spoke up, "That painkiller costs one thousand dollars a shot, and I can't take out a cent right now. I just told them, and they won't give it to you!"
Camilla didn't speak; she just held herself and screamed out in pain, "Ah, ah, ah..."
Mr. Taylor frantically paced around, "What to do, what to do, Daisy Jade, quickly give me some money!"
