"Girl, Dad always feels that something is not quite right. Are we being watched?"
Shen Zhong has been restless for the entire afternoon, staying inside the intensive care unit without leaving.
Shen Cheng leaned against the wall, silent. Her slender fingers moved back and forth on her smooth chin, as if contemplating something.
She narrowed her eyes, gazing at the position of the window next to the door.
The curtains were tightly closed, not letting in a single ray of light, but they couldn't hide the fleeting shadows from outside.
Ordinarily, very few people walk around on this floor of the intensive care unit, but today has been unusually busy; in just a few hours, at least twenty or thirty people have passed by outside.
Moreover, each time those people passed by outside the ward, they would intentionally or unintentionally pause.
Without guessing, it was clear that this ward was under surveillance.
