The moment Wang Jianguo decided to head to the hospital, he always walked with hurried steps, moving swiftly along streets and alleys he knew by heart. The trees along the roadside rustled in the gentle breeze as if whispering tales of the past, but he had no heart for such things; his mind was entirely occupied with how his friends at the hospital were faring.
As he stepped through the automatic doors of the hospital, the pungent scent of disinfectant rushed toward him, instantly pulling him back into the heavy reality of the atmosphere. He navigated the bustling outpatient hall with ease. The clamor of people, the crying of children, and the announcements over the loudspeaker intertwined, yet they could not distract him from his purpose. He walked along a dimly lit corridor, the overhead lights casting a yellowish glow that illuminated his face—weary, yet resolute.
Before long, Wang Jianguo arrived near the department where Yang Xiaohua worked. He slowed his pace and searched the crowd carefully. Sure enough, he spotted Zhao Shuzhuo at a glance. Zhao Shuzhuo was standing by like a loyal guard, busy assisting Yang Xiaohua with all manner of tasks. Sometimes, he would focus intently on organizing the mountain of chaotic medical files, carefully archiving them by category and date so that Yang Xiaohua could quickly find the data she needed during her busy shifts. At other times, he would take the initiative to shoulder the heavy labor of moving medical equipment, his forehea…
Chapter 621