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    She kept her faceposed as she lifted her gaze, and the sharpness in her eyes cut clean through the noise. With that single look, Rosanna stiffened and fell silent.


    Maia then raised her hand with quiet purpose and unclipped the badge from her chest. The metal caught the light as it glimmered between her fingers. She released it without hesitation, and it struck the floor with a hard, ringing crack.


    A heaviness settled over the hallway.


    Maia stepped forward until she stood inches from Rosanna, towering over her with a cold stare that sent a deep chill racing through Rosanna’s heart.


    “What… what are you doing?” Rosanna’s voice shook, her eyes stretching wide.


    Then a p burst through the air — far louder than thest.


    Maia’s hand, driven by anger held back far too long,nded hard across Rosanna’s bruised and dirty face.


    “Keep your filthy mouth shut,” Maia said, her voice quiet and sharp as an icy de, each word falling with its full weight. Her eyes swept over Rosanna’s pitiful state, and her lips curved into a cold, thin line. “Why not use that energy to find a mirror and see what you’ve be?”


    Before the echo of her words had faded, Maia gripped the cor of her white coat and pulled it off with one forceful jerk. The once-clean garment fell to the floor and gathered dust. Then, without a backward nce, she lifted her chin and walked with purpose toward the far end of the corridor.


    Rosanna sat in stunned silence. The fierce burning along her cheek confirmed it — Maia had truly struck her, in front of everyone, without a trace of concern for her own reputation or image. The humiliation struck so deeply that her thoughts scattered into nothing.


    Before she could make sense of it, a second blow cracked against the opposite side of her face. Rosanna looked up in shock to find the nurse she had struck earlier standing over her, shooting her a fierce re before turning and striding away.


    “You — all of you…” Rosanna trembled as rage pushed through the pain.


    A frightened voice suddenly cut through the tension. “Whoa! Mommy! That person looks so scary — like a monster!” a young boy wrapped in bandages cried out. His parents rushed to muffle him. “We’re so sorry — he doesn’t know any better.”


    But when they finally looked at Rosanna closely, their faces drained of color. Her swollen skin, the bruises, the twisted expression, the dark patches spreading across her features — it was enough to make them recoil. The father grabbed his child and pulled back sharply. “Good God, that’s terrifying. Let’s go!” His voice shook with fear and disgust as the family turned and fled, vanishing down the hallway in an instant.


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    An uneasy quiet fell over the corridor.


    Then, one by one, the murmurs of nearby onlookers rose without restraint.


    “Something must genuinely be wrong with her, right? She looks like that and still refused to let a doctor examine her?”


    “Of course. She hit a nurse and shouted at a doctor. Anyone can see she’s not well.”


    “No one would want to deal with a person like that. Being ignored is exactly what she brought on herself.”


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