"Doctor Zhao, have you finished your work?" Doctor Zhou leaned against the door frame to the office. He had his white coat in one hand and his coat in the other. He was ready to either put his white coat back on or throw it on his seat in the distance at any moment.
Zhao Leyi snorted twice and said, "Never mind, I've prescribed multienzyme tablets."
"It really was indigestion, wasn't it?" He looked at his watch and thought, 'There shouldn't be any major incidents coming up anymore. The thirty-seven minutes and fifty seconds of overtime I did was all for nothing.'
