Ling Feiran arrived at the medical waste storage point in the inpatient building. Only then did her breathing begin to steady.
It was a problem she had carried since childhood. Whenever she messed something up, her heart would race with fear and she would stammer—for example, if she broke a bowl or spilled soup. It had not happened for many years since she left the family that had adopted her, but perhaps because she was too nervous today, she was affected again.
—Though they had both come from the Orphanage, Ling Feiran and Feng Ling had completely different personalities. She was afraid of making mistakes, afraid of causing trouble, afraid of becoming the one nobody liked in a crowd.
As she turned to head back, a worker at the waste storage point called out to Ling Feiran. "Why are you the one coming downstairs to throw out the trash again? Everyone on each floor takes turns doing this kind of dirty work. Are they picking on you because you're new?"
"No, no..." Ling Feiran hurriedly waved her hands. "Everyone's busy. I happened to be free, so I made the trip."
The worker looked skeptical. Then, seeing how many medicine bottles had shattered, she immediately frowned. "Hey, how did this happen? Did you clean up all the spilled medicine? These were used by patients, so they have to be disinfected. It'd be awful if someone caught something."
"Yes, I cleaned it up." Ling Feiran gave a faint smile.
There was actually still some residue on the floor, but she had already absorbed all the viruses in it, so it would not cause any contamination. That was also why Ling Feiran was so eager to take out the trash—medical waste that was filthy and toxic to others was, in truth, a pile