"I'll talk to the teacher this afternoon and give my opinion," Xie Wanying readily agreed to him.
Zhao Zhaowei took her hand, moved by her courage, "Yingying, thank you, only you are willing to do this thankless task. Also, you were right this morning. I shouldn't have acted like that towards my mom. There's a ten-year-old kid next door bringing food to his sick mother. Compared to him, I'm like a jerk."
It was good that the classmate had seen the light, Xie Wanying comforted him with a smile, asking, "A ten-year-old kid?"
"Didn't you see him during the ward rounds this morning?"
This morning's ward round was done in a quick glance, and Xie Wanying had considered using lunchtime to go through all the patients' medical records in her group, to grasp the conditions of all the patients as soon as possible.
"His mother has cirrhosis, with ascites," Zhao Zhaowei said.
