When Jiang Nuan received the notification, the bus was already waiting outside, and they only had half a day to pack their personal belongings.
Fortunately, she had come in such a hurry that she hadn't brought much with her, so half a day might be tight for others, but it was quite ample for her.
With relatively more time, she took on the task of handing over the work to the subsequent doctors, letting Zhang Yan and the others go back to pack their things first.
By some chance, the person she was handing over to was none other than Xu Qingrong.
Xu Qingrong was just the same as when she first arrived; even staying in a disaster-stricken small county, she managed to maintain her exquisite makeup at all times, chin slightly raised, proud as ever, as if she was not here to support the disaster area but in Paris for a fashion show.
