The recent package was a diversion.
"I've just heard from Xiaoxiao. She said she had nothing to do with the patient and just happened to come across her and brought her in. Her statement is suspicious, and she might be responsible for injuring the person. She's afraid of taking the blame. We can't end up being the ones to carry the can for her."
An enigmatic smile finally made its way onto Seraphine Moore's face, but it was fleeting. Worry etched into her features, she said, "Although that's what she says, I'm afraid she won't just let it go."
"Why are you afraid? As long as Vivian Hayes believes what we say, we'll be fine. There aren't many of us on-shift tonight. The four of us should be able to handle it, right?"
Everyone is afraid of taking the blame. If they could push the responsibility onto someone else, they'd do it in a heartbeat.
Seraphine glanced at the security camera in the corner, her expression murky.
After the surgery, Vivian Hayes was taken to the ward.
