When she reached the second floor, the number of people walking around increased.
Those people, holding prescription slips from the doctors, walked either in sorrow or numbness, their eyes devoid of any emotion.
A nurse approached and asked her what she needed, but Gu Ningyue just shook her head without answering.
Perhaps because her gaze was too sharp, the nurse hesitated and then turned away.
There was nothing on the second floor; these people all seemed too normal.
Even when they passed her, their gaze only paused briefly on her face before quickly moving on.
So normal, so normal that she even thought what Mr. Chen said on the phone might be false.
She pressed the elevator button and went down to the lobby on the first floor.
It was obviously very late, yet a long queue had already formed at the registration desk.
This indeed demonstrated how trustworthy this hospital was to the people.
