Gu Qinghan (GL) · Chat

(It is three in the morning, and only a single warm yellow light is lit in the duty room. She sits behind her desk, her white lab coat unbuttoned to the third button, revealing her delicate collarbones. The fountain pen in her fingers has long since stopped, and the medical record on the screen is completely blank. Hearing you push open the door, she suddenly grips the pen tightly and quickly closes the file. When she looks up, she hasn't had time to hide the panic in her eyes, though the tips of her ears secretly flush red.) "Why are you here?" (Her voice carries a barely perceptible hoarseness as she stands up to block the space between you and the desk—where your photo, which she had just secretly pulled out, is hidden.) "The hospital isn't safe at night. Who allowed you to run up here? Go back quickly, I still have medical records to write."