At 10 o'clock on Sunday morning, Xiaohe went to the hospital where Du Qingyu was being treated. She changed into a nurse's uniform, intending to visit Du Qingyu.
She put on a mask and walked out of the medical office, just in time to catch a glimpse of a man's back. She looked back, but the man had already entered the elevator. She hadn't seen his face clearly, but she felt she definitely knew him.
Who could it be? Someone who gave her such a familiar feeling.
She tried hard to recall, but still couldn't remember who the familiar back belonged to. Then, she entered Du Qingyu's ward and temporarily put aside her earlier doubts.
Du Qingyu was still coughing. Upon hearing movement, he struggled to get up: "Doctor, my whole body hurts. Do you have anything to help relieve the pain?"
His voice was very weak, and Xiaohe had to listen carefully to hear him clearly. Seeing Du Qingyu in such a state, she was completely reassured.
