July, mid-month.
Ancheng, a military hospital.
A car accident occurred on a nearby street where a cargo truck hit two young people who didn't follow the traffic rules. Nobody died on the spot, and both youngsters, as well as the driver, were rushed to the hospital.
At this time, the hospital was very busy; shortly after the three were admitted, they were hurriedly wheeled into the operating rooms.
"Ding—" the elevator on the fifth floor opened.
A young woman in a loose-fitting hospital gown sat in a wheelchair, wheeling herself out of the elevator bit by bit.
A woman who had just finished her medical check-up hurried over, intending to get in the elevator. She muttered a curse under her breath upon seeing the wheelchair blocking her path but still stretched out her hand, intending to help move it aside, for the benefit of both parties.
But as her hand barely brushed past, she was met by a sharply cold and dangerous gaze that forced her to retract her move.
