The nurse said, "Are you talking about Mr. Hart? If he's not in the ward, he should be over in the rehabilitation department."
"Rehabilitation department?"
"Yes, on the fourth floor of the south building."
"Okay, thank you."
Amelia went to find the south building, feeling puzzled and confused.
It's already ten o'clock. Why isn't he resting but going to the rehabilitation department?
Could it be that he's not feeling well?
Thinking of his frail and battered body, he really should be resting well, but these days, instead of having time to rest, he's been rushing around, staying up late, exhausting himself, worrying...
Her heart tightened more and more, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace.
Finding the rehabilitation department, she immediately saw a familiar figure through the tempered glass door, her hurried steps suddenly slowed, her gaze quietly fixed on that person.