Just after twelve o'clock at midnight, the cold rain couldn't wait to knock on the glass window of the emergency room, crackling like a string of broken pearls.
Su Wan took off her white coat that smelled of disinfectant and rubbed the sore back of her neck.
Tonight's serial rear-end accident kept her spinning for five hours. After the last suture operation, she remembered Gu Chen's stomach, which had become increasingly fragile due to work.
That guy should be in so much pain that he can't sleep again.
She took out her usual imported stomach medicine from the locker, and the fatigue caused by her career was instantly replaced by a soft concern.
After three years of marriage, she went from a national special agent codenamed "Nightingale" to Su Wan, a surgeon at Ruijin Hospital, and then to Gu Chen's full-time cook.
This status has been downgraded all the way, but she is happy with it.
In the garage, the red MINI given by Gu Chen was parked quietly in the corner.
He always said that this bright color was worthy of her.
