The night of 912 was not deep.
There were a lot of people coming and going, putting on a show of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Although it was already very late, there were still many wards with their lights on and people moving around.
There was a smoking area outside the inpatient department. A thin figure had his back facing the door of the inpatient department. He held a bottle in his right hand and a cigarette in his left hand.
Whose caregiver was this? she must have come out to smoke and drink in the middle of the night. This addiction was quite big.
Su Yun smiled and was about to leave. However, from the corner of his eye, he saw Zheng Ren standing there steadily, not moving at all.
"Oh? Boss, when did you start to be interested in drinking?" Su Yun asked.
"No, why do I feel that there's something wrong with that person's emotions?" Zheng Ren said in a low voice.
