Beneath the hospital ward building, the woman in black tennis attire tossed her rubber gloves and mask into a trash can downstairs. She then looked up at the window of Fan Mei Nan's room one last time. Without lingering, she turned and disappeared into the night.
Just two minutes after she left, Zhang Heng and Fan Mei Nan arrived at the ward entrance and went inside. By then, however, the woman in black tennis attire had already reached the back gate.
Five minutes later, Zhang Heng ran over and asked the security guard in the duty room, "Sir, did you see a woman just now?"
"A woman?" The guard scrutinized Zhang Heng with suspicion.
"Oh, she's my girlfriend. We just had an argument over the hospital bill."
A look of understanding appeared on the guard's face. Having worked security at the hospital, he had seen plenty of such things. His guard immediately dropped. "That girl in tennis attire is your girlfriend, right? She left through here earlier."
"Did you see where she went?"
"She probably headed east along the street. I don't know after that. You could call her and ask. You know how women are—you have to coax them."
"Thanks. She blocked my number." After thanking the older guard at the hospital's back gate, Zhang Heng headed east along the street in pursuit. Fan Mei Nan's sister had come to kill her tonight. Whatever transportation she chose, she certainly would not have parked near the hospital, since that could bring her trouble afterward. That was why Zhang Heng believed he could still catch up to her.
By then, the woman in black tennis attire was nearing the intersection at the end of the street. But instead of crossing, she turned into an old residential complex on her left. Three