The sudden death cast a dark cloud over the Second Inpatient Department, affecting everyone to some extent.
Ling Feiran cared deeply about the hostility she had sensed, but she never felt it again during her work afterward. The patients were still the same patients—weak and pitiful. Whenever she appeared in the wards, their eyes were always full of dependence and trust, without the slightest hint of aggression.
Could she really have imagined it?... It was not impossible. The death had shaken her, throwing her emotions and perceptions into disarray.
Ling Feiran was full of doubts and unable to reach a conclusion. She wanted someone to discuss it with.
She planned to talk it over with Wang Xunmei and Lin Pengpeng after work. After all, she had not possessed a Card for long; perhaps there was something she had overlooked.
During the lunch break, Pei Xianjue, the highest-ranking official in the Quarantine Zone, personally came to inspect the Second Inpatient Department. Ling Feiran glanced at her from afar and felt that she looked much younger than she did on television.
Pei Xianjue met with the Head Nurse of the inpatient department alongside the Medical Department director.
This was already the third volunteer death in the Quarantine Zone. The first had resulted from someone falsely claiming to possess a Card and becoming infected. The second had been a pregnant volunteer who had suddenly died from physical complications. The third was today's incident, in which a volunteer had jumped to her death.
Though each case had its own cause, such frequent deaths would inevitably make the public question Pei Xianjue's management abilities. She found it deeply troubling.
"All three incidents happened in the Second Inpatient Department." Pei Xianjue rubbed her temples. "That is too much of a coincidence."
"To be precise, only the