Seeing this middle-aged man unrepentantly, Zhao Heng couldn't help but slightly shake his head.
He just managed to save his life, isn't he scared at all?
He's still only thinking about chasing skirts.
Back at the ward station, Zhao Heng sat down, ready to write the medical records and courses of the patients admitted in the past few days.
It's said to be a ward, but actually, it's just Zhao Heng all by himself right now.
Aside from this middle-aged man, there are two other patients here; one with a brain contusion in a coma, and the other one is in a similar condition.
You could say Zhao Heng's place has become a pilot at Eastern Hospital, focusing on the recovery of brain function and consciousness.
Just at this moment, Tian Zhen came over, stood beside Zhao Heng, and asked him, "Dr. Zhao, I heard Sun Xinxin will be sent to our ward tomorrow?"
"Yes, that's right."
Zhao Heng nodded.
