Song Qingxiao's eyes widened, and she could barely conceal the shock in her eyes. She subconsciously took two steps forward. The door to the on-duty doctor's office had already been pushed open. A couple of the night shift nurses stood at the door, wearing terrified expressions.
It was the same office that Song Qingxiao had entered in the morning. The set-up inside the room had not changed. The curtain hanging behind the desk was drawn back, revealing the makeshift bed behind the chair. Under the dim lighting, Doctor Ou lay on the examination table, looking as though she was merely sleeping.
"Tonight, the patient in bed fifteen refused to take their medication."
A duty nurse buried her face into her hands as her shoulders trembled unceasingly. She looked like she experienced a terrible fright. It was clear that she was the first person to discover Doctor Ou's dead body.
