In the corridor, Jerry tore off his disposable gloves and observed his wound.
Just as he was about to go downstairs, he met Viola who had returned from the restroom at the corner.
Viola had already finished the video conference. In order not to bring the bacteria on the computer mouse to her son, she first washed her hands and disinfected her hands before returning to the ward.
When she met Jerry face to face, she immediately saw the blood on Jerry's hand. By the time Jerry wanted to hide his hand behind his back, it was already too late.
"Are you injured?"
Jerry replied with a light smile, "I'm fine. I fell on the way here."
"With your skills, even if your shoes were really slippery, you wouldn't be injured like this. Don't say that your hand touched a nail when you fell."
"Viola, you know me well," He smiled.