"Director Liu, are you there?"
The doors and windows of the hospital were special—while the outside world couldn't see in, the inside had a clear view of the outside.
The young nurse was less than a meter away from Liu Ye and Su Fan, who could clearly see the expression on the nurse's face and the crowd moving back and forth in the corridor.
Liu Ye was in agonizing pain, but she instantly kept quiet.
"I am."
She suppressed her voice and responded to the outside.
"What's wrong, do you need help?"
"Ah."
Su Fan thrust forcefully again, and Liu Ye almost cried out but managed to grit her teeth and hold it in.
She turned her head and looked at Su Fan with a gaze that was almost pleading, her lips pouted, her eyes filled with tears, her gaze filled with entreaty.
Only then did Su Fan calm down a bit.
"It's nothing, I just accidentally dropped something on the floor, go ahead with your work."
"Are you sure you don't need help?"
"Yes, don't disturb me."
"Oh."
