Quietly, Lin Jiang slipped out.
A nurse walked over. Their eyes met, and Lin Jiang gently shook his head.
"How does Teacher Shen plan to handle this?"
"Handle this?"
"According to hospital regulations, since she passed away in the hospital, the body must first be sent to the morgue, then to the funeral home. But since Teacher Shen is one of our own, she can also take her directly."
"She hasn't said anything about that. Let's wait and let her decide for herself."
"Alright."
Lin Jiang stood by a window in the corridor, gazing at the scenery outside and musing on the cruelty of time.
More than half an hour passed before Shen Qingqiu emerged from the hospital room.
She stood at the doorway, glancing around until she spotted Lin Jiang.
There was no trace of sorrow on Shen Qingqiu's face, though her eyes were slightly red.
Her immense inner strength allowed her to suppress all her sorrow.
The road ahead was still long; she couldn't afford to break down.
