Liu Yichen asked repeatedly, but song qingxiao ignored him.
Instead, he raised his hand and started to count the number of patients in the hospital, " 1,2,3,4,5 ...
The nurses were at a loss when they saw her actions. Too many things had happened that night. After the spectacled man had caused trouble on the first floor, song qingxiao had stepped forward to go downstairs. Then, there had been a huge explosion downstairs. When she came back, she had said that the spectacled man was dead.
It was obvious that the glasses man must have died in her hands.
The way everyone looked at her was no longer the same as before. Instead, there was a faint hint of fear and wariness in their eyes.
From the way she counted, it was obvious that she was counting the number of patients in the hospital. After a few times, she finally counted the patients in the last row.“23、24、25..”
