Returning to the office, Zhao Heng was still pondering about Sun Xinxin's treatment plan.
Just as he entered, Tian Zhen hurriedly ran in, saying to Zhao Heng, "Dr. Zhao, there's something happening at bed number 3. You should go check it out."
"Bed number 3? What's wrong with the patient?"
Zhao Heng was a bit puzzled; bed number 3 belonged to the middle-aged uncle who had ingested an overdose of sildenafil, almost losing his life.
Although his condition was critical upon admission, the surgery had been done, and the post-operative status had been stable all along. What happened now?
"The patient is fine, but there are lots of people crowding the room now."
Tian Zhen said urgently.
"Okay, I'm on my way."
Zhao Heng nodded and, together with Tian Zhen, rushed towards the ward.
Soon, Zhao Heng arrived at the ward. As expected, there were indeed many people gathered around the bed where the middle-aged uncle was staying.
