Zhou Shujuan's expression darkened. She just shook her head and said, "This isn't a cold or a fever. There's nothing to prevent."
"Ah, okay then," Zhao Jun replied. Seeing that the large clock on the wall already showed it was past twelve-thirty, he said to Zhou Shujuan, "Aunt Zhou, it's already noon. Why don't we all go out for a bite to eat?"
"I... can't." Zhou Shujuan tried her best to make her refusal sound less blunt. Then she added, "You all go ahead. I have things to take care of at home."
Zhao Jun was taken aback, feeling something was off. He knew Zhou Shujuan had switched shifts with someone, but a shift meant a full day and night. A hospital wasn't like other workplaces; you couldn't just leave even if you had something to do at home.
So, Zhao Jun felt that Zhou Shujuan's attitude toward him was a little off, not as warm as it was when they first arrived.
