After being encouraged repeatedly by her aunt, Lun Xiaoman's fighting spirit doubled.
After their conversation, both of them laughed heartily. Head Nurse Zhu was getting ready to go back and find Shen Jiayin, but when she turned around, she was startled to find someone standing silently behind her: "Shen Jiayin, how long have you been here?"
"Just, just finished changing my clothes," Shen Jiayin said.
Lun Xiaoman peered over her aunt's shoulder and saw a shy-looking woman with her head down. She raised her eyebrows decisively. She had just heard others say that although this newcomer seemed impressive, she was actually a stutterer.
Clutching her chest, Head Nurse Zhu was slightly displeased and said, "Don't do that again. People might misunderstand what you're doing."
If you weren't feeling guilty, why would you be afraid of someone standing behind you?
Her finely shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly in silence, and she softly muttered, "Okay."
