Late at night.
Song Sizhi came out of the operating room, took off the wet surgical gown, and was washing her hands at the sink when a nurse came over.
Standing beside her, she said, "Ms. Song, that young girl came again."
Song Sizhi had been made quite uncomfortable by Mei Yao lately.
A researcher not staying in the research lab but running to the hospital every day to find her.
What's that supposed to mean?
Song Sizhi picked up the soap and washed her hands, moving quickly and precisely, staring at her wrist as she said two words, "Ignore her."
"Anyone who doesn't know might think I'm having an affair with her."
Upon hearing this, the nurse laughed.
And that laugh seemed almost unstoppable: "You won't believe it, but I really heard such rumors."
"What?" The soap slipped out of Song Sizhi's hand and flew away.
She was shocked.
With her mouth wide open, she looked at the young nurse beside her.
