Not long after, Zhao Xuefeng came back, followed by Lin Tian's attending physician. It was from his name badge that Lin Tian learned he was called Wu Neng.
Both of their expressions were quite unpleasant, flushed and pale, still panting, as if they had just had an argument.
Wu Neng saw the bandages on Lin Tian's body had come undone and became anxious: "Why did you take off the bandages? If something goes wrong, I'm responsible, you know that?"
Wu Neng's temper was obviously not good; he shouted his words in anger.
"Why are you yelling? He's your patient! Are you not supposed to be responsible?"
Zhao Xuefeng's voice was even louder, glaring at the doctor, the two were about to start a quarrel.
"Sir, I've already explained his condition to you. He just had surgery the day before yesterday, and he's out of the danger period now. He just needs some time to recuperate. Why do you have so many issues?"
Wu Neng was very impatient, turning to leave.
