"Qiao Yin, it's me."
A detached yet familiar voice sounded, and Qiao Yin finally relaxed.
She turned on the light and looked at Lu Lingche sitting on the sofa. Clutching her chest, which was still pounding from the fright, she said, "Lu Lingche, are you trying to scare me to death? It's one thing to sit in my office alone, but why didn't you turn on the light? I thought there was a ghost or something!"
Lu Lingche glanced at her, then stood up, took the medical box from her hand, and directly pulled her into his embrace. "Why did you come back so late?"
Qiao Yin tried to push him away, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge him, so she gave up in resignation. "Today's patient was a bit difficult; it took a lot of time to save him."
He had already saved him?
"Yes!"
"Yinyin is really incredible. As soon as you took over, you saved the person. While waiting for you, I asked someone, and apparently, the hospital had already asked them to prepare for the worst."
