The next day, Zheng Ren woke up early and stretched his muscles. Then, he went upstairs to eat breakfast.
Everyone was absent-minded while eating. Then, Xie Yiren drove to the hospital early in the morning.
It was not yet time to go to work, and yet the roads were a mess.
Compared to the subway last night, Zheng Ren felt as if that was a lifetime ago.
After coming to the Department of Interventional Medicine and changing his clothes, Zheng Ren went to the Department of Digestive Medicine to take a look at the patient. The old lady was rather nervous. Zheng Ren comforted her a few times, but it did not have any effect.
Only people lying on the operating table would be nervous. Any comforting words would be easier said than done. Zheng Ren knew this.
Zheng Ren just wanted to know the patient's blood pressure this morning, whether the indwelling needle was buried, and other pre-surgery conditions.
