Hua Yan didn’t speak, and Ling Yao had already stepped forward, blocking her figure, then gently raised his eyebrows at the two receptionists.
"So, are the two young ladies looking for a signature?"
Once the two girls heard this, they knew it was an indirect confirmation. Although they were wearing masks, their distinctive eyebrows and eyes could still be seen. Blushing, they cautiously took out the notebook they had prepared in advance and shyly handed it over.
"Rest assured, we won’t say anything. It was just coincidental that we ca over for registration and happened to see your nas here, so..."
Ling Yao took the pen generously and wrote down his na, then turned around to pass the pen to Hua Yan, who also signed her na without hesitation.
"Actually, you should tell others about the good things you’ve done. After all, the words on the internet are really harsh. We’re genuinely feeling unfairly treated for you."
One of the girls said softly to Hua Yan, who gratefully glanced at her, "Thank you."
"However, I’m not doing these things for them, am I?"
The girls’ eyes imdiately reddened, and Hua Yan politely waved at the two as she and Ling Yao left the hotel lobby in succession.
They held their signed notebooks tightly, a sour sensation filling their noses: "They are good people, right?"
"They’re more than just good people. Don’t you know that they paid out of their own pockets when they first moved in? After it was known that they were tirelessly delivering dical supplies to hospitals every day, it was reported to the higher-ups. Later, they volunteered. I believe it’s because they’re fully equipped that no one realized it until now. Although young, they are doing things we admire. I think they are the stars worth chasing. I’ve made my decision: from now on, the two of them are my idols."
"But good people still face such slander, I truly feel it’s unfair to them. I wonder if we can speak a word of justice for them."
"We’ve just promised not to say anything. As Hua Yan ntioned, doing good deeds isn’t for those keyboard warriors. Justice is never late, just a matter of ti, isn’t it? Our signatures have dates, and their registration information, the truth will eventually co to light. Let’s wait!"
...
The hospital where Hua Yan works is the largest and best in WH, so it admits the most patients. Perhaps a person is fine one minute, and in need of rescue the next. If their life is tough, they’ll be rescued; otherwise, it could be the end.
Since entering on New Year’s Eve, she’s witnessed so many lives and deaths. In her previous life, she was a running angel; in this life, she witnesses them spreading their wings to protect us. No amount of sentintal words seems enough to express their hardship, and the shortage of dical staff leaves them working around the clock. Fortunately, the situation has sowhat improved recently, thanks to support from various places.
Hua Yan isn’t much of a talker; in unfamiliar environnts, she prefers to talk less and do more. Because she sympathizes with their hardships, she helps take care of patients whenever possible. On this floor, doctors and nurses know there is a volunteer who understands dicine. When asked if she’s a dical student, she answers without hesitation that she is.
When a doctor collapses, colleagues must suppress their sadness and muster the strength to help patients. The despondency, helplessness, tension, and worry seem palpable, even through layers of protective gear.
From January 23 to early February, then late February, the daily busyness left no ti to check the ti and date, until the school opening date kept postponing, gradually realizing the severity of the virus. Luckily, with the establishnt of Huoshen Mountain and Thunder God Mountain, and united support from everywhere, the turning point has arrived, and things will continue to improve. Only then did the boulder pressing on their hearts start to ease.
The online criticism of her continues, but neither her agency nor Hua Yan herself has made any statents.
Friends and teachers felt aggrieved for her, but Hua Yan, amid busy work and the greatest testant to human nature, found healing for her soul.
Those keyboard warriors are too idle, stuck at ho, searching for their presence on the internet. It’s almost understandable; why would she bother with them?
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