Zhao Wenhua sent the patient back to the ward. He did not let his subordinate doctors or in-service training doctors do it. He did everything himself.
He really cherished this opportunity.
In the beginning, Zhao Wenhua had been constantly provoking him, trying to vent his anger at having a hospital bed taken away from him. Now, he had no idea what he had been through.
However, boss Zheng didn't refuse his offer to "bring funds" to the group. He even personally came over to ask him to perform surgeries for a few days.
For this, Zhao Wenhua was extremely grateful.
Although it had not been long, and he had not been knocked on many operating tables, Zhao Wenhua could feel that his surgical skills were improving by leaps and bounds every day.
The transparent glass wall that had limited his progress in the past had shattered under the beating of boss Zheng's hemostatic forceps.
Zhao Wenhua could not tell where his next obstacle would be.
