When it was almost time to get off work, Bian Yin's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and answered weakly, "Feixu."
"Bian Yin, I'm here at the hospital today to get my father his medicine, and I thought I should also ask you out for a meal. I'm not in a good mood recently, so come and help me out of this misery."
Bian Yin was dismayed.
"Me? Help you out of your misery? Do you know? I almost got fired by the director today, and now I've been transferred from the VIP ward area to the normal ward area. I've been fatigued for the whole afternoon, and I haven't even had lunch. I'm dying here."
"What happened?"
"Well, I met a b*tch. Let's talk about it when we meet up. After this, I'll have to be on the night shift every two days."
"Okay, then I'll wait for you downstairs at the VIP ward area. There are too many patients at the normal ward area."
"Okay."
