Shen's Medical Clinic.
At this moment, Qiao Yin was crouching on the ground, wiping off the large patches of dried blood left behind by the pregnant woman.
Yesterday, she and her grandmother and cousin were taken to the police station before they had time to clean up, hastily locking up the clinic.
After arriving today, she was cleaning, fielding three phone calls in the process.
All of them about resignations.
Of the four employees that were hardly recruited earlier, three had decided to quit after yesterday's incident.
Now, only a young girl responsible for registration and reception remained.
The young girl was currently holding a rag and disinfectant, helping Qiao Yin clean up the bloodstains.
Qiao Yin couldn't help but ask her, "Qiu, everyone else has fled in fear, why did you still come to work?"
"Doctor Qiao, I'm not scared of blood. At family festivals at home, I'm the one who slaughters chickens and pigs. Yesterday's incident was nothing," she replied.
