Seeing the three juniors' faces pale with fright, Cao Yong patted his old classmate on the shoulder: "Alright, stop laughing."
Professional teachers wouldn't care about such things, all they knew was that the patient and Xie Wanying had said the same thing: the anesthesia wasn't fully worn off, and their head was still a bit unclear. After hearing this, they just found it funny.
Holding back a laugh that was about to erupt, Zhu Huicang looked up and asked Xie Wanying, "Are you that 'God' or not?"
'God'? Xie Wanying didn't understand.
"What did you say to Doctor Fu? Did you tell him to escalate the issue?"
A few steps away in the office.
Fu Xinheng, who was brewing tea, looked towards Chang Jiawei leaning against the door as if listening to someone, and said, "Stop skulking around. My office is not a place for you to eavesdrop on conversations."
