After Bai Nuanxi went downstairs, she didn't head straight for dinner. Her phone had just received a message—from the hospital. She lightly slapped her forehead, suddenly remembering that when she had taken the man to the hospital, she had left her phone number at the admissions desk.
Without further delay, Bai Nuanxi hurried back upstairs. "Dear, I need to head out for a bit, won't be able to join you for dinner!" She called out hastily, not waiting for Huo Muchen's response before darting out the door.
Flagging down a taxi, she gave the destination, "Central Hospital, please."
"Got it," the driver responded with professional efficiency.
As they navigated through traffic, the driver made idle conversation. "The hospital's been a bit chaotic recently. Better be careful when you go in."
"Oh? Chaotic? What's going on? Has the apocalypse arrived and now the hospital's full of zombies or something?" Bai Nuanxi joked, not fully aware of the situation.
