On the first day of 1977, Feng Qingxue worked late into the night, making Lu Jiang who came to pick her up feel quite distressed.
"You can't keep going like this." A person's energy is limited.
"There's no choice; work comes first. The hospital arranged it, and I can go to work later tomorrow since I don't have any surgeries scheduled, so at least I'll get adequate sleep." Feng Qingxue sat in the car he opened for her, though she initially said she didn't plan to use the car for personal use. In this chilly weather, she had to use it, but she paid for the fuel herself, so it didn't count as taking advantage of the state.
