Giving the Interstellar a Small Horror Shock

Naili, who didn't need much sleep in her previous life, couldn't rest long even after death, for she had transmigrated to the interstellar era. Overly advanced technology brought forth a di...

Chapter 151 Question

"Hello, Doctor Zhuang."

"Hello, Doctor Zhuang."

But before she could finish, she was interrupted by someone who came to greet her. It was the nurse on duty on the first floor who had returned from her rounds.

"Yeah, okay." Manor nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard. Doctor Zhuang is the one who works the hardest." The nurses replied with a smile, an abnormal blush on their cheeks. This is Doctor Zhuang, the best doctor in their hospital. Following her... how could they have any worries about not meeting the standards every month?

Thinking of this, they smiled even more brightly, but when their eyes fell on Li Xinni, they suddenly became cold, as if Li Xinni had snatched their food.

"Let's go. Don't you have any questions? Go to my office and ask." Zhuang Yun said, going up the stairs first. Li Xinni immediately followed with an "oh".

Zhuang Yun's office is independent, which is probably related to her status in the hospital. There is also a separate compartment inside, which is a lounge with a small bed and a small bathroom.

"Sit down." Zhuang Yun moved a chair for her and gestured, "Go on."

Li Xinni nodded and sat down, handing her the patient's information. "Do you remember that I asked you to prescribe medicine today based on the report of patient 0171? Later, when I went to deliver the medicine to the patient, he said that the medicine he had taken before did not have a green pill, but a red pill."

"Red?" Zhuang Yun frowned. "His condition doesn't require red pills at all. It's a bit too serious. Who was his last doctor?"

"It's Doctor Zou."

Dr. Zou is also an old doctor in the hospital. How could he make such a mistake?

"Where's the prescription Dr. Zou gave me?"

"Here."

Zhuang Yun held the thin list in her hand. The names of the medicines on it told her that the medicines Dr. Zou had prescribed for the patient before were the same as hers, so there was no possibility of different pills.

Unless... She stroked the edge of the receipt. The problem was with the receipt.

“This isn’t a real prescription.”