The people in the ward were laughing and making a racket, their opinion unanimous, which was to welcome Doctor Xiao Lin to often come and please their eyes.
Clearly, there was a significant difference between the aesthetic perspectives of the city and the countryside; in the countryside, Doctor Xiao Lin wouldn't be considered a treat for the eyes at all.
After leaving the ward, Chuxia and Wang Jing went straight back to the office, while Song Xiaoyu took the logbook to another large office to hand over the shift to the on-call physician, Li Qiaozhu.
Wang Jing kept a stern face, and Chuxia couldn't be bothered to deal with her. After tidying up her stuff—and Song Xiaoyu's—she sat in the chair waiting for Song Xiaoyu to return.
"Lin Chuxia, we need to have a serious talk," Wang Jing said.
