Gong Yu did not immediately head towards the medical building; there were so many eyes watching her. Instead, she turned to the other side and then sneaked into the medical building.
The third floor, originally Qing Yue was just working a day shift today and could get off work at six, but later, more and more patients were sent over, and for doctors and nurses, overtime is nothing unusual, especially in such extraordinary times.
Now finally having a moment to spare, she was about to eat a quick meal when her phone rang—it was from the senior she respected the most, Gong Yu.
She couldn't ignore calls from others, but Gong Yu's call was one she had to answer because Gong Yu had saved her life.
