Yi Roujing saw that the little girl she had found was sleeping soundly, so she headed back to the warehouse. Sir Zhang came up to her, "Nurse Yi, how is the child?"
Yi Roujing felt a bit emotional, sometimes strangers showed more concern than family, "Sir Zhang, don't worry, the child is fine. She'll be alright after some care, though she might catch a cold from spending a night out in the cold. But now that she's in the hospital, nothing serious will happen."
Sir Zhang felt a bit relieved after hearing this, but since the incident happened in the warehouse, he still felt responsible, thinking about when to check on the child.
"By the way, I checked, the doors and windows weren't broken, I really don't know how the child got in," Sir Zhang said with embarrassment.
"The child belongs to the clinic nurse, Nurse Pan Meixin," Yi Roujing mentioned in passing, and Sir Zhang was extremely surprised, then suddenly recalled something and slapped his thigh with his right hand.
