The nurse glanced at the man, then at the little girl sitting on the ground, crying uncontrollably, and instantly let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed they were in the wrong ward?
She had said that the patient in this ward had been issued a critical illness notice over two months ago, and it was a miracle that they had held on until today. The patient had passed away in the wee hours, but since the family had been psychologically prepared, there were no excessive acts of grief. Moreover, the patient had been suffering from late-stage stomach cancer, and the family was deeply pained to see their loved one suffer—death was, in a way, a release.
After ensuring there was no emergency, the nurse, carrying a blanket, walked past Qian Sisi and headed toward the door. She nodded at the man with a bandaged arm and left, just as the nurse on duty who had been looking for Qian Sisi caught up and took her away.
From Bai Cheng'an's perspective, the little one looked pitifully tearful.
