The elevator doors slid open right on the eighteenth floor.
The two nurses got off the elevator and walked toward the duty room.
Tang Yin’s face was dark as he slowly trudged out of the elevator with anxious thoughts flying all over his head.
If it really was as the two nurses had said, then hadn’t he ruined Ding Xuan’s entire life? Such a thing would never have happened if he hadn’t sent Ding Xuan to Shanghai. To tell the truth, Ding Xuan’s injuries were far more severe than the average man could handle; he had suffered four broken limbs in addition to a heavy blow to the chest.
Tang Yin lifted his face, feeling lost as to what he should do.