Jiang Ruan went upstairs.
She arrived in front of Cheng Xu's hospital room.
But the room was already empty inside.
She frowned slightly.
She turned around and went to the nurse's station.
"Excuse me, where is the patient from room 1007?"
The young nurse lifted his head to look at Jiang Ruan, vaguely feeling like she looked familiar, but couldn't remember who she was, "1007, let me check."
"She was discharged from the hospital, she left the day before yesterday."
Jiang Ruan was a bit surprised.
But she nodded and thanked her, "Alright, thank you for your trouble."
She quickly left.
She took out her phone and sent Cheng Xu a message.
[Are you out of the hospital? Where are you now?]
She sent a WeChat message.
When she got downstairs.
The cold wind went down her collar.
Jiang Ruan tightened her white scarf.
Very soon.
She got a reply.
[I'm working, at the MIC annual gala.]
Seeing this message.
Jiang Ruan frowned slightly.