The director flew into a rage when he saw Bai Yu walking slowly down the aisle. "Everyone's trying to save the patient, what are you doing? Why don't you go and help?"
Bai Yu pointed to the emergency room where the old man was staying, his face thoughtful and lost in his own troubles. "He's been revived."
The director looked embarrassed, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the office in the opposite direction, "Hmm~."
Mulian followed Bai Yu speechlessly and couldn't help but roll her eyes at the director. Hmm, what does that mean?
The office was busy again.
Everyone was busy with their own work, typing away on the keyboards. People in white coats were coming in and out, walking back and forth in the ward. On this small floor, they could easily walk tens of thousands of steps a day.
Dabing sat next to Mulian, lowered his head and quickly replied on his phone.
Mulian sat at Chen Yu's workstation, turned on the computer, and had no intention of writing the medical record at all. She couldn't help but knock on Shizhu's desk.
Shizhu raised his head. When he thought about how this person totally disregarded his life or death, he didn't want to talk to Mulian anymore. Miao Man was not as gentle and virtuous as him. At least she would bring him food. He must be blind to think that he liked Mulian.
Mulian looked at Shizhu, who had clearly turned his head away. She wondered what this man was getting into. Who had provoked him again? But adhering to the principle of not hitting someone who smiled at her, Mulian smiled at Shizhu, "Brother Shizhu."
When Dabing heard Mulian's coquettish voice, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Baiyu, fearing that Baiyu would see Mulian cheating.
Bai Yu frowned, lowered his head slightly, and scribbled on the paper with his right hand. He was immersed in his own world and turned a deaf ear to the noisy office.
Shizhu turned his head away, his eyes involuntarily wanting to look at Mulian, but he also wanted to pretend he didn't care at all, so he responded unconsciously with a "hmm."
After Shizhu responded, he regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself twice. He now saw clearly that as long as Mulian called him, no good would happen.
Mulian showed her professionalism and smiled at the back of Shizhu's head, "Brother, there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you."
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