Zhao Qing still couldn't help but give Zhang Hao a cold look, but she didn't dare delay with work matters.
She could only hurry back to her own department and was busy for quite a while before she finally had a break.
When her colleague approached, she frowned, lowered her voice, and said to Zhao Qing, "Xiao Qing, where did you just go?"
"The director had to call for you, and your hair and nurse's cap are all crooked. Didn't you notice?"
If her colleague hadn't mentioned it, Zhao Qing wouldn't have realized. She went to the mirror to straighten her hair and cap.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Actually, it's no big deal, just pretend you were too busy. Anyway, the director won't say anything to you."
Zhao Qing didn't speak and, seeing it wasn't so busy, she took a few tissues from her bag and headed towards the restroom.
When she got to the stall and took off her pants, she saw that her underwear was already soaked through.
