Before the alarm clock rang at 6:30 in the morning for the second time, Yongshamila's hand had already been accurately pressed on the screen of the mobile phone. The sky outside the window was covered with a layer of light gray, and the only sound in the community was the rumble of the cleaning lady pushing the sweeper. She walked to the balcony with her slippers, and marked out today's to-do list in the memo on her mobile phone with her fingertips - the first item with a bold red mark, "Check the inventory of ceftriaxone sodium in the emergency pharmacy," was like a taut string, reminding her of the hidden weight of her job as a "physician purchasing clerk" that was invisible to outsiders.
When changing into navy blue hospital overalls
