Auntie Hong, where are you?
And Lu Jingchuan...
Mu Yin painfully closed her eyes and unconsciously clenched her hands.
The pain in her palms brought her back to her senses, realizing she still held a surgical scalpel.
As if seeing hope, she fiercely raised it and stabbed it hard into her thigh.
"Ah..." Mu Yin cried out in pain but bit her lip hard and endured it.
Blood soaked through her suit trousers.
Her head cleared up quite a bit, and she felt a trace of strength return to her body.
She desperately ran towards the staircase the nurse had mentioned.
Unbeknownst to her, the blood dripping from her leg left a trail, providing clear evidence of her path.
She had just walked down the stairs.
Noises of chaotic footsteps came from above, "She's downstairs, hurry up..."
"Yinyin, where are you? Are you hurt? Please, come back and let me explain, okay?" Quan Fengyan's worried voice came through, carrying an irresistible urgency.
