"Boss Zheng, this patient." The in-service training doctor brought Zheng Ren into the ward and to the patient's bed.
Zheng Ren saw the patient lying on his side expressionlessly and looking at the sky outside the window. There was no light in his eyes. It was like a dead fish that had been thrown onto the shore, except that it was still breathing.
"Wei qinsen, boss Zheng is here to see you." The in-service training doctor said to the patient.
The patient did not say a word, as if he did not hear anything. His eyes were staring out of the window, and his eyes were a little unfocused and pale.
Zheng Ren felt that there was more than one patient lying on the bed. The ruckus just now seemed to have dealt him a huge blow. He was dispirited and listless, completely lifeless.
His stomach was very big and full of ascites. He should have had difficulty breathing and had been in a half-lying position, but he was lying on his side. Even the air didn't seem so sweet.
