Two days later, the prosecutor's appeal application was successful, and the second trial officially began.
Looking at herself dressed formally in front of the mirror, Jiang Tong took a deep breath and gently touched the prosecutor badge on her chest.
As she turned around again, a hint of coldness flashed in her peach blossom eyes, and her usually carefree face became serious and dignified.
"Sister Tong, someone just sent over some documents, saying it was for you."
Just out of the dressing room, Shen Xiu came up to her.
Documents?
"Is it signed? Who sent it to me?" Jiang Tong frowned slightly, puzzled.
She didn't remember buying anything or asking anyone for any documents.
"Yes, it's said to be sent by the director of Xiehe Hospital." A complex look flashed in Shen Xiu's eyes.
The events of the day they went to the hospital were still vivid in their minds.
He didn't believe that Yuan Qian would send anything good to Jiang Tong.
