บท 385: Third People's Hospital

While it was early in the morning, the Emergency Medical Center basked in gentle sunlight and reflected bright light. 

The Emergency Department doctors who had worked hard for an entire night wore crinkled white coats. In their pockets were papers which came from who-knows-where. They had serious eye bags, dark circles, and their fingers were dyed with various colors. They look like migrant workers huddling together at the entrance, but they earned even less.

The fresh flowers in the flower baskets given by the guests had already withered. The only flora that could still show their liveliness were the devil's ivy, spider plants, evergreen shrubs, and so on, and they could be seen everywhere.