Very quickly, Daoist Wang returned.
He said with a long face,"boss Zheng, the doctor on the other side doesn't agree. He said that we have to wait until the director's ward round tomorrow morning. For now, we should first replenish fluid and treat the right symptoms."
Zheng Ren thought about it and felt that he was indeed in the wrong.
If it was 912 ... Not to mention 912, even if it was in Sea city ... He had accepted a patient, and his family called in the middle of the night to say what to do. Could he do this?
In the northeastern dialect, this was called "crossing the stove."
"I'm sorry, brother Wang. " "I didn't think this through," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Daoist Wang was polite, but his face was full of worry.
Now that it was beyond his reach, boss Zheng couldn't use it even if he had great abilities.
Zheng Ren thought for a while and said,"you guys eat first. I'll ask who's familiar with the noodles."
