The smell of disinfectant clung stubbornly to Ning Rouwen's nasal cavity. Even after washing it with hand sanitizer three times, the unique hospital smell still lingered. She untied her ponytail in front of the mirror in the dressing room. Her dark brown hair fell down like a waterfall, and the ends of her hair still had traces of curls pressed by the surgical cap.
The woman in the mirror had two pale cyan eyes, and a slender collarbone was exposed at the collar of her white coat, with a little dried blood on it. Ning Rouwen wiped it gently with a wet wipe, and the blood stubbornly left a light pink trace, just like the lives that could not be saved in the emergency room today, they will always leave a mark in her memory.
