When medical student Mu Lian was interning, she suddenly discovered business opportunities everywhere in the hospital. A group of "brilliantly bald" doctors – physicians who couldn't ...
Shizhu went to the emergency room and said, "There are no beds available."
After hearing this, Bai Yu frowned. He really hoped that Li could stay in the critical care unit for two more days and be sent back when his condition stabilized.
Dabing sat in the office, unlike his usual talkative self, sitting silently at Baiyu's workstation, staring at the computer with numb eyes, like a heartless typist, typing away in a disjointed manner.
Mulian looked at Dabing opposite with a worried look, then her cell phone rang. After reading it, Mulian was furious, but she didn't dare to let Dabing out of her sight, and wanted to deal with the negative reviews.
Chen Nan, this underwear maniac, can't even do such a small thing. I don't know what's wrong with his eyes.
Bai Yu took the patient and pushed him into bed number 9.
After the emergency room incident, Zhu Wen was transferred to bed number 10. He was so comfortable staying in the single room for a day. But when he saw Li being pushed back, he looked disgusted and disappointed. He couldn't help but blurt out, "He was about to die yesterday. Why isn't he dead yet?"
"I'm used to living alone, why do you want to push it back?"
As soon as Li was wheeled back to the ward, everyone realized where Ren Xinxin had gone. However, no one cared about the whereabouts of a child. Perhaps Li, knowing that his life was coming to an end, had taken Xinxin away with her father.
Bai Yu glanced at Zhu Wen with a cold look, then stood beside Li's bed, looking at the unconscious Li with tubes inserted into his body. He checked the ECG monitor a few more times out of concern, and after making sure that he was really stable, he went on to get busy.
The white coat on the other side of the bed looked as if his stomach had dropped. As he walked towards the office, he complained, "This pervert, he still has the nerve to curse people to death?"
"Yeah, why doesn't he just die? If he dies, it would be considered as ridding the people of harm."
"Every time I really want to tell the patient, 'This pervert who's doing the foot massage is molesting me, run away!'"
"Then why don't you say it?"
"I cherish my life. I'm afraid of being killed."