"I'll just come back here and live then." Xia Qingyi smiled as she answered.
"Don't you have to work today?" Xia Qingyi inquired again.
Mo Han concentrated on driving the car and answered her calmly, "After sending you to the hospital, I'll go to the office."
Shortly afterwards, they arrived at the hospital. After Mo Han had parked his car, he walked straight ahead while Xia Qingyi followed close behind. The crowded hospital bustling with people still brought some fear into her heart.
She hated the smell of disinfectant in the air, she hated the expressions of pain and numbness. Rather than saying she hated it, a more appropriate expression would be that she feared it.
She was scared, scared of seeing those pale sickly faces. After they had gotten ill, the way they walk would often bring pained expressions. Life started to feel insignificant, as there was no way of telling when one would be gone.
