"Shen Qingkong..."
Chi Jingming called out with a raised voice and took a few steps to chase after her.
Upon hearing the call, Shen Qingkong paused and turned her head. There was a moment of surprise in her eyes when she saw who it was.
Shen Qingkong had come to the hospital to change her bandages. The stab wound on her abdomen from before had taken several months to heal, but somehow the wound never fully recovered. Just when it was about to heal, it would become red, swollen, and itchy, then proceed to become inflamed and pus-filled.
This summer had been the most painful summer for Shen Qingkong in many years.
She had to visit the hospital every three days to clean and rebandage the wound, and during those three days, she either carried the scent of medicine or, once it faded, the stench of pus from the wound.
No matter how glamorous she dressed walking down the street, people who passed by would pinch their noses and walk away, driving her insane.
