"Ah, I still have so many oranges left in my office, ah~~"
Ke Minghong, carrying a heavy bag of oranges, didn't really want this bag of oranges.
Really, for some reason, it felt like he could see oranges everywhere, whether it was healthcare workers or the garrison; everyone had a couple of oranges in their pockets, peeling and eating them whenever they stopped.
Was it Ke Minghong's illusion? The oranges seemed a little too plentiful in the ambulance center.
Hua Mi ignored Ke Minghong's refusal, hooking her arm around Xin Qiuru's shoulder, and headed toward her nanny car parked nearby.
Xin Qiuru shrugged off Hua Mi's invitation, her gaunt face full of fatigue,
"Miss Hua, let's get straight to the point. What do you need to consult about?"
She did not like to beat around the bush; there were many pregnant women and children to care for in the emergency area, and she just wanted to "attend" to Hua Mi quickly so she could return to her post.
