Duanmu Linglong dragged her weary body back to her room in the hospital.
Her quarters were in the dormitory building. Though called a dormitory, its decor was hardly inferior to her home. It contained a living room and two bedrooms; one was empty, and she lived in the other.
Looking at the time, she saw it was already past five, nearly dawn.
Despite her exhaustion, Duanmu Linglong didn't lie on the bed. She was covered in sweat from the surgery, and without a shower, she wouldn't be able to sleep. This was a common habit among doctors.
No doctor wanted to bring the smells of the hospital wards back home, let alone into their bed.
She entered the bathroom, filled the tub, and stripped herself bare.
Looking in the mirror at her exquisite body, one that even God would marvel at, Duanmu Linglong felt not a trace of pride. Instead, a wave of fatigue washed over her.
She was twenty-three years old, the prime of a woman's youth.
