Old Wu refused.

Song Shiting said, "The road isn't very far, and we can come back anytime to apply the medicine."

Old Wu: "It's your own body, you're in charge."

Song Shiting insisted on being discharged from the hospital.

Old Wu glanced at him and said quietly, "Isn't it good to live here? Your wife comes here right after class, and I can also help you pick up your daughter. But if you go home, you'll have to do all that yourself."

Song Shiting hesitated for a moment, but after thinking about it, he said, "It's not convenient to cook here."

That's true, after all, at the township level, very few people stay in the hospital for more than three days.

If it lasts for more than three days, it means the condition is very serious and you need to go to a city-level hospital.

"Actually, every advantage has its disadvantages, and every disadvantage has its advantages. Don't just look at one side."

Song Shiting insisted on being discharged from the hospital.

Finally, Old Wu had no choice. "Fine, if you want to be discharged, then be discharged. It's your own body, and you still have a wife and children. You have to think about them."

After saying that, he secretly glanced at Song Shiting.

However, Song Shiting remained calm.

...

The classroom where Ruan Qingling and her classmates had their lessons changed today.

A dozen or so people were divided into two groups and taken to the front for practical training.

Half of the staff stayed in the injection room, specifically to give injections.

The other half went to the emergency room to see how to admit patients.

Ruan Qingling was assigned to the injection room.

Nowadays, when people come to see a doctor, they are usually prescribed intramuscular injections of medication.

Therefore, the patient needs to come to the injection room.

There used to be a woman in the injection room, but she happened to be on leave today.

There aren't many people at the health center, so to fill the vacancy, Old Zeng brought a small team with him.

There were too many people, so Lao Zeng couldn't directly explain the structure in front of the patients; he could only give a presentation using a model.

After saying this, he needed to take another group of students to the emergency room.

"As you just saw, when someone comes, you will take turns going up to give the patient an injection."

Ruan Qingling's lips twitched.

How many patients does the health center receive each day?

With Lao Zeng being so confident, how could they possibly get a turn?