"Oh, Director Fu, the Mayor ntioned that he’ll drop by the relief station soon to et the dical team from Capital City."
Fu Yi responded with a nasal sound, unsure if he actually heard it.
...
Jiang Nuan exited the operating room exhausted, close to collapse after a continuous five-hour surgery; her legs were utterly numb.
The mont she took off her surgical gown, her only desire was to get a shower and change clothes.
"Hey, Doctor Jiang, wait a mont."
The doctor, who had perford the surgery with her, was from Kangfei Hospital Orthopedics, and after working together for five hours, they were more acquainted.
Called by Zhang Yan, Jiang Nuan reluctantly stopped despite her exhaustion, "What’s up?"
"Just now, our hospital director ntioned that the leadership wants to et us later for dinner."
Jiang Nuan frowned deeply, "Is that really necessary?"
They didn’t co here just to dine.
Zhang Yan observed her snow-white complexion with slightly burning ears and awkwardly averted eyes, and said, scratching his head, "The leaders probably just want to welco us warmly and encourage the frontline doctors."
Jiang Nuan didn’t notice his ’abnormal’ behavior; she was too tired and just wanted to shower and sleep, so her expression was visibly reluctant.
"Can’t I skip it?"
"Well..." Zhang Yan looked uneasy, kindly suggesting, "It’s better if you attend, showing your face to the leadership could benefit your future at the provincial hospital."
They’re here to support the frontline, but inevitably, there’s so personal ambition—who wouldn’t want a promotion and pay raise, rising higher?
"Doctor Jiang, it’s just dinner. You need to eat anyway, why not join everyone? More people make it lively, and the al might taste better! Co on, let’s go together."
Jiang Nuan couldn’t resist him, reluctantly being dragged along.
The sky outside had already darkened.
After showering and heading out, they saw many people in the hallway, including doctors who arrived with her by the sa bus.
There were many unfamiliar faces, likely local dical staff.
Among the group of dical personnel, the people in suits stood out. She estimated a group of at least ten persons were warmly conversing with the surrounding dical staff...
Zhang Yan patted her shoulder, smiling, "Let’s go, over there."
Jiang Nuan murmured, instinctively searching the crowd for a familiar figure.
Standing nearly 188 cm, with a model-like build and a strikingly handso face, Fu Yi should be conspicuous in the crowd; if he’s there, she’s bound to notice. Jiang Nuan scanned but didn’t spot him, silently relieved, thinking he hadn’t co.
As she prepared to move, her right wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Following that, a deep angry voice sounded from behind, "Why are you here?!"
This voice...
Her heart skipped a beat as she turned around, indeed t with an angry handso face.
Fu Yi was on the verge of losing it; he rarely showed emotions on his face, but now, not caring about others present, his eyes almost flared, "I’m asking why you’re here?!"
Zhang Yan was dumbfounded, instinctively moved forward to help, "Director Fu, Doctor Jiang she..."
"I’m asking her, not you!" Fu Yi’s face was dark, the authoritative pressure overpowered an ordinary man like Zhang Yan, who was imdiately too intimidated to speak.
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