Zhu Guizhi knew very well in her heart that she indeed had said those words and done those two things, but she had treated it as a joke.
But at this moment, Zhu Guizhi felt ice-cold all over. She finally remembered the base hospital's management regulations, one of which strictly prohibited the disclosure of patient privacy.
If this really caused severe consequences, she would be legally accountable.
But she had never taken it seriously—not only her, many in the hospital hadn't taken it seriously. They often exchanged such information among themselves.
She didn't know if they had spoken about it outside.
But she knew she had spoken out, and she was caught, and that person was Qiao Qingyu, the very person she wanted to suppress today.
Zhu Guizhi's hands trembled uncontrollably; suddenly, she pushed the person beside her and turned to run towards the main road at the entrance.
