An Zhifeng nodded, suddenly thinking of a question, "Miss, how do you know so much about this couple's situation? Are they the ones you're looking for today?"
An Yiqing smiled meaningfully and nodded imperceptibly.
"Miss, do you want to save her?"
An Yiqing glanced sideways at An Zhifeng, "How are you so sure I can save her?"
"Hehe, Miss, stop pretending. Your medical skills are almost capable of bringing the dead back to life, haven't you forgotten what you used to say? As long as any of us brothers have a breath left, whether it's a broken arm or leg, you can save us! Hehe, we've always kept that in mind."
An Yiqing looked amusingly at the earnest An Zhifeng, warmth spreading in her heart. In this lifetime, having so many friends and brothers who wholeheartedly believe in her is indeed a very blessed thing.
While An Yiqing and An Zhifeng were chatting, the door of the ward slowly opened, and several doctors in white coats walked out one after another.
