Yun Ya walked to the buffer area to change clothes, and she was the only one inside, making it extrely quiet.
After changing clothes, Yun Ya wrapped her scarf, and stepped out.
There were two automatic isolation doors from here to the operating room entrance. After taking two steps, she saw the nearest automatic door open, and the nurse who had just wheeled the patient away turned back. The instrunt nurse asked, "Why are you back?"
Yun Ya’s footsteps paused slightly.
"I don’t know what happened, but there are a lot of journalists at the entrance of the operating room, all carrying caras. I noticed sothing was amiss and hurried back. You should quickly call and ask what’s going on. I just heard those journalists calling for Dr. Nyx..."
At this point, both of their gazes fell simultaneously on Yun Ya standing aside, a look of disbelief in their eyes.
Yun Ya silently cursed the dean for breaking his promise and, without a word, wrapped her scarf and headed to the back door. She had already familiarized herself with the layout of this operating room and found the back door with practiced ease.
Yun Ya had just opened the door when she sensed sothing was wrong, but it was too late.
Flashes erupted one after another, the sound of "click click" from the shutters was frantic and urgent, and a sea of people appeared before her eyes.
Yun Ya instinctively tightened her scarf, bowed her head slightly, and backed away.
A journalist was one step ahead, blocking the door and slamming it shut with a "bang."
Yun Ya’s eyes turned cold.
"Is she Dr. Nyx?"
"Judging by her figure, she should be." A journalist said loudly.
"Are you Dr. Nyx? What surgery did you just perform, and if you are Dr. Nyx, why are you at this hospital?"
The journalist continuously questioned her, speaking as if in a rush to be reborn.
Yun Ya didn’t speak, kept her head down, and tried to squeeze through the crowd, but the journalists gave her no chance. Although this girl was wrapped in a headscarf, obscuring her face, she wore a dark green coat, light blue jeans, and nude pointed-toe boots. Her simple, understated fashion looked youthful, like a student. How could she be the internationally renowned Dr. Nyx?
Precisely because of this, the journalists were even more curious and excited. Seeing her silent and attempting to squeeze out of the crowd, one journalist suddenly reached out to grab the scarf.
The scarf fluttered in the air, and just as Dr. Nyx’s true visage was about to be revealed, the journalists widened their eyes and held their breath...
Just then, a shadow suddenly darted out, wrapping Yun Ya’s head with a coat, enfolding her entirely in its embrace, and forcefully tearing a path open from one side, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only ti to glimpse the tall, imposing figure of the man vanishing around the hallway corner.
The journalists looked at each other and then bolted in pursuit.
Unfortunately, by the ti they arrived, there was already no trace.
One sharp-eyed journalist saw a corner of a curtain billowing around the bend of the next floor and shouted, "There, quickly, chase!"
The journalists rushed downwards.
Mingyue raised an eyebrow slightly, her figure flashed, and before the journalists ca down, she had already jumped to the next level.
Behind the stairwell door, Yun Ya was leaning against the wall, and Yan Song’s tall body was pressing closely against her, hands braced on either side of her ears, his hot breath touching her skin, making every pore stand on end.
Yun Ya struggled to look up, his chin resting just against her forehead, the stubble on his chin prickling her, a mix of pain and itch.
"You..."
"Shhh." The man covered her mouth with a large hand, pressing his head against her shoulder, their bodies tightly together, Yun Ya’s heart inexplicably racing.
"Where did they go? They were just here, and now they’re gone in a flash?" The voice was getting nearer, only a door away; through the crack, Yun Ya could even see the slightly plump figure of the female journalist.
If the journalist turned her head slightly, she’d see the pair hidden in the gap.
Yun Ya’s heart raced with tension.
The journalist received a call: "What did you say? Everyone went downstairs? Okay, okay, I’m heading there right now." She said as she hung up and ran downstairs.
Once the reporters had gone, Yan Song slowly released her, and Yun Ya exhaled a long breath, looking up at the strikingly handso face before her: "Why... are you here?"
If Yan Song hadn’t suddenly appeared, she would have been forced to admit her identity.
Yan Song reached out and flicked her little nose: "Why, don’t you want to show up?"
Yun Ya rubbed her nose: "You’ll flatten my nose ridge."
Yan Song laughed silently and, taking a step back, looked around before quickly taking her hand and walking away.
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