Feeling relieved, Xie Wanying found a chair in the office, sat down, and rolled up her pant leg.
The injury on her knee wasn't severe, just some scrapes with a bit of bruising, which should heal on its own in a few days. Compared to this minor injury, her stomach growled with hunger. She had finished all the snacks in her backpack during the taxi ride and could only make do with instant milk powder oatmeal back at the dorm. She had to admire her mom's foresight to tell her to keep some food in the dorm. After all, her mom had been a medical worker like her and understood these things.
Suddenly, her phone rang, and she didn't know who was calling. Xie Wanying took out her phone to check; it was Senior Chang's number.
