Was she really that easygoing?
Fu Qian was still in civilian clothes, and he even smelled faintly of alcohol.
He'd been about to change when he noticed. For a moment, he couldn't help marveling at his partner's suggestion.
In theory, this wasn't just a matter of appearances. It touched on principle, much like how you weren't supposed to give someone an injection if you weren't wearing a uniform.
But since his senior had said so—
Fu Qian casually buckled his belt, grabbed his weapon, and went straight to the coat rack. He picked up a jacket, and he was ready.
Meanwhile, Tina had taken off her hat but was still hesitating over the blood-filled IV tubing.
Taking all that equipment with her would certainly lend some credibility to her presence here and clear up any misunderstandings about the nature of her work.
But she clearly hadn't decided whether she should really do it.
Click—
The door opened again. Fu Qian had no intention of empathizing with her dilemma. He simply walked out without waiting, just as he'd said earlier, leaving it up to her whether she followed.
It was a little chilly, but the weather was nice.
The eight o'clock sunlight was already warm, and in a black car parked by the roadside, the driver had his head halfway out the window, eyes closed as he enjoyed its comfort.
His partner, Hake, did seem rather old...
It was easy to tell that he must have looked quite good when he was younger, but now his face was covered in deep wrinkles.
His hair was gray, especially at the temples.
He showed no signs of alcohol or a sleepless night, but he still seemed low on energy.
Judging by his expression, if Fu Qian had taken much longer, he would probably