"How many moves?"
"Four hands,"
Zheng Ren strode in after he finished asking.
When he went upstairs and pushed open the door, Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren rushing into the operating room with a sterile bag.
"Yiren, I'll do it." Zheng Ren immediately shouted from behind.
"Ya, you came up so quickly!" Xie Yiren said.
"You're faster than me. "
"I treated the head nurse of the operating theater to lunch this afternoon, so I didn't sleep." Xie Yiren's eyes narrowed into crescents, and she rejected Zheng Ren's outstretched hand."You should hurry up and get ready. I heard that it's a patient with lung torsion."
"Yes, yes." Zheng Ren nodded his head repeatedly, his attitude extremely good.
"Are you hungry? I have two small cakes and chocolate. What do you want to eat?" Xie Yiren asked.
"I'm not hungry ..." Zheng Ren felt that things were going in a bad direction, so he immediately changed the topic."Why are you treating the head nurse to a meal?"
