In the on-call room, Tian Zhen ordered seafood porridge, and he and Zhao Heng started their late-night snack together.
"Dr. Zhao, do you think this middle-aged couple is left only with familial affection?"
Tian Zhen suddenly asked Zhao Heng.
"This is just an exception, not a general rule."
Zhao Heng thought for a moment, took a sip of seafood porridge, and said.
Hmm, the shrimp is indeed fresh and sweet. To enjoy such a bowl of fresh and sweet seafood porridge on a tiring night is truly a pleasure!
"Indeed."
Tian Zhen nodded, realizing that individual exceptions cannot explain anything.
While Zhao Heng and Tian Zhen were drinking porridge, a plump middle-aged woman walked in.
"Dr. Zhao."
the plump middle-aged woman said.
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Heng was a bit puzzled seeing the middle-aged woman come in. The patient had not yet woken up from post-surgery anesthesia; she should be by the bedside now.
"Dr. Zhao, I'm really sorry for tonight, I've caused you trouble."
