The elevator stopped midway and everyone got off earlier.
The buttons of several floors were still lit, but only Zhang Lin and Little Five were left inside.
"Zhang Lin, what are you going to do? Calm down, the hospital and police will handle this!"
Little Five, who had been following him, seemed anxious. Seeing Zhang Lin's wrath, he tried to soothe his emotions continuously.
Zhang Lin kept silent, as if Little Five was not beside him. His eyes were filled with killing intent. There seemed to be the sound of roaring flames echoing in his eyes.
"Take care of my patients. One of them needs to change his dressing this afternoon. Let the standardized training student change it and call you to check the wound. Nothing else special to hand over." Zhang Lin suddenly spoke, then he went silent again.
"Okay!" Little Five agreed.
