She watched in the direction Song Qingya had gone, the faintest smile gracing her lips.
The smile vanished in an instant.
"Doctor Qi, do you think I'm stupid?"
"What good would it do me to rat you out?"
She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze fixed directly on Qi Yuanyuan.
"I have nothing. My job is the lowest of the low—a janitor. If I reported you, what would I get besides being told they'll 'look into it'? Who would believe a word I say?"
"You're a surgeon, Director Qi's precious daughter. And me? I'm just a janitor who sweeps the floors."
As she spoke, she gently wrung the rag in her hands.
A droplet of water fell onto the floor tile with a soft plink.
"If I really dragged you into this, at most you'd get a reprimand. But me? I'd be fired immediately and thrown out of the hospital!"
