Zhang Min found time to grab a bite to eat, by then it was already past 10 pm.
As she passed by a ward, a simple and honest-looking man just came out.
The man was Ye Zhiyong, a villager from nearby Wumei Town.
Ye Zhiyong, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, had dark skin and held an old-fashioned thermos.
Upon seeing Zhang Min, he greeted her with his simple and sincere voice, "Nurse Zhang, haven't you finished your shift yet?"
Zhang Min replied, "There's an emergency, so I'm working overtime. How was your wife's condition today?"
Ye Zhiyong's wife, Zhao Rong, had come to the hospital for bed rest to preserve her pregnancy because she had accidentally fallen while doing farm work a few days ago and had spotted some blood. Both the young couple were so scared that they had come to the county hospital to ensure the safety of their baby. Zhang Min was very familiar with Zhao Rong's situation.
