"There's improvement," Lin Danqing exclaimed with joy, "don't stop, keep going—"
Behind the curtains of the Plague Hospital, the lights had burned all night until the dawn's light gradually brightened, and Cuicui's pulse had finally stabilized.
Lin Danqing wiped the sweat from her forehead and took off her soaking wet outer robe, "That scared me to death."
She yawned, sat down on the floor of the Plague Hospital, propped her cheek with her hand and said, "Allow me a moment's rest." However, within a few breaths, upon looking again, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.
She was truly exhausted.
The patients all remained silent, not wanting to disturb her. Lu Tong covered her with a blanket and stepped outside the Plague Hospital.
It was early morning, and unusually, there was a hint of sunlight today. The pale light seemed undiminished by the thick clouds, revealing a sliver of golden red, as if providing a glimpse of the sunrise itself.
Ji Xun approached from behind.
