Chen Cang really didn't want to get out of bed, who knows why Qin Yue would call him at three in the morning.
But it definitely wasn't anything good!
Still, thinking of the paper on "Liver Transplantation," Chen Cang decided to get up and check it out.
It was a bit chilly at night in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and when he arrived at the hospital, Chen Cang saw Qin Yue already waiting for him at the entrance.
"Chen Cang, come here quickly!" Qin Yue whispered urgently.
Chen Cang curiously jogged over, "What's going on?"
Qin Yue pointed to the room, "We've got a nutcase."
Chen Cang was taken aback, bewildered for a few seconds, then said earnestly, "A nutcase arrives, and they call me in the middle of the night—what's the direct connection here?"
"Shouldn't you be calling psychiatry for a consult?"
Qin Yue pouted, "Psychiatry came down for a consult, but they said the patient doesn't seem to have a psychiatric disorder, they won't admit him."
