In the hospital.
At the end of the corridor.
A small, pretty dumpling was currently working his short, tiny legs. He was carefully peeking into one emergency room after another.
Behind him stood an old, white-haired special assistant who was looking at him helplessly. "Little Chief, what are you looking for?"
The small dumpling stared back with a watery pair of black eyes, "Special Assistant Lu, I want to find that young older sister who saved me. As a gentleman, I have not thanked her yet or given her a gift out of courtesy."
Gentle… man?
Looking at the little imp of a dumpling saying that he wanted to pay a debt of gratitude so earnestly, Special Assistant Lu—who had lived through many changes in his life—felt like laughing, but at the same time, he was also speechless.
"Why don't you go back with me first? I'll look for the hospital's registration book and you can go through the people in it?"
