In the hospital room, Lai Xingchen was still in shock.
After examining the wound, Lu Jing planned to leave and said,
"Lai Xingchen, you can be discharged next week."
The wound had almost healed, and after that, it all relied on a long period of rest.
Only then did Lai Xingchen nod:
"Ah? Oh, okay, discharge, discharge."
...
Upon leaving the hospital room, Lu Jing went back to his office. He checked the time; there was about half an hour left until the end of his shift.
Just as he sat down and thought of drinking some water, a patient for consultation arrived.
"Doctor!"
A young father, sweating profusely, carried his daughter in.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It seems like my child's wrist is dislocated."
Dislocated?
Lu Jing hurriedly stood up, intending to examine her first.
Probably, children all over the world start crying loudly at the sight of a doctor auntie in a white coat. This little girl was no exception, resisting from her hair to her toes.
