The bar is located in the bustling area of Astra City, just a few minutes' drive from the hospital.
The doctor looked at Natalie Vaughn's palm, with furrowed brows that never relaxed. Not only had the original wounds split open further, but the broken bottle's edge had also cut deeper into the skin, with small pieces of glass embedded inside.
The smell of alcohol on Natalie was strong, but her eyes remained clear.
Being close to the bar, the doctor had seen all sorts of injured patients, but it was the first time encountering someone like Natalie. She reeked of alcohol but showed no signs of drunkenness, and her new injuries overlapped with the old ones.
The doctor glanced at Zane Thorne.
"How could you, as a guardian, bring a young person to the bar?"
Hearing this, Zane's brow furrowed, while Natalie couldn't hold back her laughter, looking up at Zane with a triumphant smile.
"Uncle?"
