Capital, Tangshan Hospital—this was where the capital centralized quarantine and treatment.
Zhao Min wore a mask, her shoulder-length black hair covering her neck, leaving only her forehead and eyes exposed to the air. The faint marks on her forehead had already scabbed over, looking heartbreaking against her delicate skin.
As soon as Zhao Min stepped out of the ward, she saw the doctors and nurses waiting outside. Everyone wore bright smiles, proud to have taken part in the battle against the VFV Virus. Lan Xi was also standing nearby, wearing a mask.
"Thank you, doctors." Zhao Min bowed deeply to the many doctors, then took out an envelope and handed it to Shi Hongtu. "This is a personal donation of five million to the hospital, to fund VFV Virus treatment. I hope it can help patients infected with the VFV Virus. Any leftover money can be used to support the poor patients in the hospital."
"This is our duty." Shi Hongtu solemnly accepted the envelope. "Miss Zhao has a kind and benevolent heart. On behalf of the patients and their families, thank you. This money will certainly be used for those who need it."
"Where is he?" Zhao Min looked around but did not spot Chen Mo. "Why didn't Chen Mo come?"
"He said his mission was complete, and the rest was for us to wrap up. He's waiting for you outside," Wu Bing said in a complicated tone. That extraordinary man always carried an aura of mystery that made people unable to resist being curious about him, falling ever deeper.
"Thank you." Zhao Min gave Wu Bing a slight nod, looked deeply at her, then turned and left.
"Look, everyone online says you can't hang yourself from one tree. They want a taste of the soup and are