Gu Annan glanced at the woman who had already fallen asleep beside him.
The voice on the phone continued, "Should we keep looking? Perhaps Miss Lu had some sort of incident after leaving the hospital; it's fine as long as the bloodstains on her body aren't from her own injury."
Gu Annan remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on the night outside the windshield.
His fingers, well-defined at the joints, gripped the steering wheel tightly, "Just a simple check. As long as she's not in any danger, that's all that matters."
After hanging up the phone, his expression was still stern.
Indeed, bloodstains don't prove anything.
Encountering patients involved in accidents in the hospital and such were all trivial matters.
When he had asked her what had happened earlier, she hadn't said anything, probably because it was such a minor issue, not worth mentioning as trouble she faced.
Yet there was this slight unease in his heart.
