Reunion with an Admiring Junior

"You're like the kind of male college student who studies hard, likes classical literature, and enjoys music," Tu Ran said.

Ding Naiqing laughed. "Sister Ran, your description is the complete opposite of who I am."

"Haha, indeed, you can't judge a book by its cover." Tu Ran sighed, gazing at the high-rises whizzing past outside the window.

After sending Tu Ran back to the helipad on the top floor of the Medical Department, Ding Naiqing started the patrol car and headed back.

There were still many matters to handle at Mitner Square, so he couldn't stay away for long.

A nurse was already waiting on the helipad, and she led Tu Ran to the nutrient pod by elevator.

Along the way, many people cast strange looks at Tu Ran.

Because she was now as disheveled as one could be.

Her neutral casual clothes were soaked through with blood, clinging stickily to her body.

Several strands of hair had fallen loose from her ponytail, and the blood had congealed, sticking her entire head of hair into one solid clump.

Tu Ran couldn't see what her face looked like, but she guessed it wasn't much better.

Even a rag used to clean up a murder scene would probably be cleaner than her.

Many people who passed by her would whisper among themselves. Their voices were very low, but Tu Ran had keen hearing and easily caught their words.

"So dirty! Why didn't she wash up at home before coming? Do they really think the Medical Department is a shower room?" The speakers were two young nurses.

"Who knows? The smell on her—I could catch it from this far away. It's awful."

"Exactly, I smelled it too. I almost threw up."

Tu Ran was speechless. She hated these gossips the most.

She stopped in her tracks, turned around, and shot a cold glare at the two.

"What did you say? Say it louder, I can't hear you!"

Startled by her sudden shout, the two froze on the spot.

Tu Ran gave them another cold glare, too lazy to waste time with them, and turned to head toward the recovery pod.

Only after she left did the pair exhale in relief, exchanging glances, not daring to say anything more.

After all, they'd been so far away and had spoken so quietly, yet she'd still heard them—if she heard them again, things wouldn't end well.

The nurse leading Tu Ran said apologetically, "Miss Tu, I will report those two to the head nurse. They will be disciplined. I'm very sorry for the unpleasant experience."

Tu Ran couldn't be bothered to care about such things anymore. She just wanted to get into the nutrient solution as soon as possible—she could barely lift her legs.

The only thought in her head was: Why is the nutrient pod location so far? Why isn't it here yet!

When she reached the end of the corridor and made the last turn, she ran into a group of young doctors.

They were chatting and laughing.

Suddenly seeing a blood-soaked person, the group was startled and instinctively scattered to both sides, leaving a gap wide enough for Tu Ran to pass through.

Tu Ran, who was already dying for the nutrient pod, couldn't bother to look at them. She walked straight past.

Only after Tu Ran entered the recovery room did the group come together again.

"Don't you think her back looks a bit familiar? Like we've seen it somewhere?" the young man with wire-rimmed glasses asked his companions.

"I feel the same—it's familiar." A companion rubbed his chin, thinking.

"Huh, it kind of reminds me of that pioneer we met in the elevator before." Someone recalled.

"That Tu Ran? The girl standing in the corner who didn't say anything?" The wire-rimmed one realized. "Now that you mention it, I think it does look like her."

"How did she end up like that?" Another person said. "It's like she was dragged out of a pool of blood."