"How's the patient?" Zheng Ren asked as he walked toward Su Yun.
"Boss, you should know how the patient is doing just by looking at me." Su Yun blew at his fringe while the nurses watched him with shimmering eyes.
'That's true,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
If the patient was in critical condition, Su Yun would be sitting beside the bed with a pen and paper in his hand, periodically noting down the stats of the patient.
He would then adjust the drug dosage accordingly.
Everything had to be fine if Su Yun was casually leaning on the nurses' station counter and chatting with them.
"We managed to rescue the patient in time; the heart only stopped for a short while. He's recovering well," Su Yun said. "The cerebral edema isn't too serious, so you don't have to worry.
