Evening.
Outside the hospital specified by the office.
As time passed, male and female staff members of Weiwo company's gradually left the hospital. Thirty minutes after the female staff had departed, the male comrades were ushered onto a bus to be sent in for their medical checkup. Even Zhang Ye, who had only started work that day, was no exception. The medical examination for the female comrades was probably more complex and had a couple additional tests, so everyone exited around the same time.
Once outside, Zhang Ye ran into Dong Shanshan again. The Red String of Fate was still connected to their ankles; it had yet to break. However, when he recalled the incident in the restroom earlier that afternoon, Zhang Ye was too embarrassed to attempt to create conversation with her.
"Teacher Dong." A colleague walked out of the hospital. It was Ah Qian, the colleague who didn’t sit too far from Zhang Ye.
Dong Shanshan turned around with a smile, "Ah Qian."
