Duanmu Linglong dragged her weary body back to her room in the hospital.
Her room, situated in the dormitory building, was called a dormitory, but its decor was hardly inferior to her home's. It contained a living room, and also two bedrooms. One of them was empty, and she lived in the other.
Looking at the time, she saw it was already past five, nearly dawn.
Despite her exhaustion, Duanmu Linglong didn't lie down on the bed because she was covered in sweat from the surgery. Without a shower, she couldn't sleep; this was a common habit among doctors.
No doctor wanted to bring the smell of the hospital wards back home, let alone to their beds.
She entered the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, and stripped herself clean.
Looking at her perfect body in the mirror, a body even God would marvel at, Duanmu Linglong felt not a trace of pride but was instead overwhelmed with fatigue.
She was twenty-three years old, at the prime of a woman's youth.
