Feng Xuhui limped into the elevator with his suitcase.
Although he could still take the large suitcase from the trunk when there was a surgery, he still carried it with him out of habit and refused to leave for a moment.
Without a suitcase, Feng Xuhui felt that he didn't feel safe at all.
When he arrived at the entrance of the ICU, he saw a girl squatting in the corner of the door, sobbing. Her shoulders were drooping, and she looked very pitiful.
He sighed, suspecting that this was the family member of the emergency patient who had just been sent in.
He was sent directly to the ICU, and it was unknown if he was still alive. Most people would not be able to accept such a thing.
Life was unpredictable, and this was the most obvious experience in the ICU.
Feng Xuhui didn't try to comfort the girl. He wasn't good at this. With President Zheng around, there was nothing to be afraid of. Feng Xuhui had such a simple point of view in his heart.
