"Next, this will be the decisive round!"
Zhang Fuen looked serious, signaling with a glance to Ding Keke.
Ding Keke quickly left the clinic room and brought in a middle-aged man about fifty or sixty years old into the ward.
The middle-aged man was emaciated, his face sallow and thin, and he couldn't stop coughing upon entering the room.
"Who will diagnose first?"
Director Tang realized this was the decisive round and asked with a somewhat serious expression.
Xu Xiangbei shrugged, smiled, and said, "Anyone." As he spoke, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and put it in his mouth.
"No smoking in the clinic!"
Ding Keke, with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her pretty face, sternly scolded.
Zhang Fuen and Zhang Xuesong both frowned and looked at Xu Xiangbei.
"Alright, alright, I'll go out to smoke."
Xu Xiangbei lazily stretched and leisurely walked out of the clinic.
"No smoking in the hallway either!"
