Song Qingxiao slowly moved towards the nurses' station. Since the time had come, she was even more fearful of acting rashly. The nurses' station that initially faced the corridor was moved by someone else to face another direction.
The nurse on duty, who would have sat with her back facing the wall, had been moved out. Her back casually faced Song Qingxiao. Song Qingxiao pressed herself tightly against the wall of the patient room to the side. The nurse was slumped on the table, and her face was buried in her folded arms. Song Qingxiao did not know if she was dead or alive.
There appeared to be a large shadow to the right side of her feet under the table, as though someone was hiding there. In that situation, even if the nurse was alright, she would not dare to make a sound if someone was threatening her.
