After Lu Yao elegantly and beautifully left in her high heels, Yu Qinglu sat on the bench for two hours.
The sunset sank below the horizon, and the sky outside shifted from bright to dark; one incandescent lamp after another lit up, the light in the corridor grew from dim to bright.
Her shadow on the floor was a small and solitary figure.
After the nurse finished the preparations, she hesitantly walked to the bench and politely spoke, "Miss Yu, it's eight-thirty, time to start the IV. Have you eaten?"
She had been quite cooperative with the treatment before, but today seemed different; she'd been waiting in the ward for half an hour, and Miss Yu showed no reaction.
It seemed Yu Qinglu only then realized that it was getting late. The people coming and going in the corridor had greatly reduced, leaving only a few doctors and the nurses on duty.
Maintaining the same posture for a long time, her body was somewhat stiff.
