The angry roar came from the old patient who wanted to change beds.
He held a walking stick in his hand and looked like he was going to hit the nurse who was helping him change his bed.
The nurse ran out, and Zhou Litao had no choice but to brace himself to comfort him.
Zheng Ren saw that the color of the elderly patient's system panel had darkened. Based on Zheng Ren's understanding of the system, he estimated that the patient's condition was not far from a major outbreak.
Time was running out, but no problems could be seen on the old patient.
It was useless to be anxious. Zheng Ren walked into the ward to check for clues.
The old man's daughter was trying to persuade him.
"Dad, you're sick. Don't be so angry."
"It's been a few days! Still not good! It's still not good!" The old man was practically roaring as he spoke.
