Thunder flashed.
Shen Anan's pupils dilated, and she looked at the other person in disbelief, thinking that she had heard it wrong.
"What happened to Dr. Zeng?!"
Several assistants sighed.
"Yesterday, Doctor Zeng saw a patient with a complicated condition and worked until almost midnight. Who knew that he would run into a few scoundrels on his way home at night?
Those people wanted his money, but you know Dr. Zeng's character, how could he be willing to give out the money?
During the dispute, those hooligans beat him up. They hit him so hard that his hand was broken. He was also old and just came out of the emergency room this morning!
He just woke up and asked me to come and inform you right away, fearing that you would have to wait for him to have surgery..."
After hearing this, Shen Anan was still a little dazed.
By the time she came to her senses, she had already followed the assistant to Dr. Zeng's ward.
"Teacher, how are you..."
Shen Anan couldn't control her tears from falling.
The tough old man was now lying on the hospital bed, his lips were pale, his face and body were covered with wounds, especially his right hand, which was in a plaster cast and he couldn't even move it.
During this period, she accompanied Dr. Zeng every day, listening to him teach her medical skills and how to behave in society. Although she called him teacher, Shen Anan had already regarded him as her father.
And at this moment, the teacher who seemed omnipotent became so fragile.
"Okay... I'm fine."
Doctor Zeng said weakly.
Looking at his plastered hand, he sighed, "It's a pity that my hand is completely useless. From now on, I can no longer give people acupuncture..."
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