Su Yun's expression was one of "I knew this would happen."
"Boss, are you tired?" Su Yun said in disdain,"you flew all the way here just to see a chorea patient?"
"If we encounter it, we'll just take a look. If we encounter it in the future, wouldn't it just be a clinical experience?" Zheng Ren did not mind. As he spoke, he went to the place where the deposit was paid, explained the patient's ward area, bed number, and name, and stuffed the kraft paper file into it.
Zheng Ren took the deposit ticket and went to the ward area.
It was already late at night, and the corridor of the ward area was full of patients. Although tertiary Grade A hospitals were not allowed to add more beds, rules were just rules.
He did not allow them to add more beds, nor did he allow them to push the patients away. He couldn't do this or that. Being a doctor was not easy. In short, this group of people were all scapegoats. It was just who bore the most and who bore the least.
