It's the evening rush hour, the car just moved a street before it was stuck, completely immobile. Tang Yanqi stuck her head out to glance at the relentlessly long rows of red taillights outside, hesitated for two seconds, handed money to the driver, opened the car door, and sprinted through the traffic jam like a cannonball.
At this moment, what flashed through Tang Yanqi's mind was the kind yet stern face of Mr. Sheng and the profound fear Sheng Jianan showed last time at the hospital.
Tang Yanqi was small in stature, but she wasn't slow when she ran. She hurried breathlessly to the hospital, dashed into the lobby, and came to a halt, hands on her knees, gasping for air. However, she didn't pause for long, gritted her teeth, and headed upstairs.
The hospital lobby had an atrium design, allowing a clear view of the downstairs from above. Tang Yanqi didn't know her figure had already been deeply etched into someone's eyes.
