Gu Jiaojiao looked up at the voice and saw it was the young female doctor who had been standing beside the hospital director earlier.
In the blink of an eye, the young female doctor rushed up to Gu Jiaojiao. Her expression was foul, and her eyes were fixed on her in a death glare.
Her face was flushed from a combination of running and anger. Two braids hung at her sides, giving her a youthful and vibrant look.
The doctor looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three, and the way she glared at Gu Jiaojiao, you would think they were sworn enemies.
Looking at her, Gu Jiaojiao had a sudden realization. 'This young doctor must be jealous of me.'
'No wonder her glare was so hostile. So that's it—she thinks I stole her spotlight.'
Gu Jiaojiao deliberately put on a confused expression and asked, "Miss, is something the matter?"
"Shut up. It's not your place to speak here," the young doctor snarled, glaring at her.
Gu Jiaojiao was speechless.
