Suddenly, Wang Song let out a guttural scream. It was unpleasant to the ear.
Already in a foul mood, Wang Qing briskly walked over, grabbed the nearest junior nurse by her collar, and slapped her across the face, as if trying to lash out all the humiliation she had just suffered. She shouted, "Wretch! How are you taking care of Song? You hurt him!"
The junior nurse was slapped onto the ground, her face cradled in her hands, a look of misery on her face. "Mrs. Rong, the doctor said the patient needs to turn over every day. It helps with his recovery. Pain is inevitable."
However, just as the junior nurse finished speaking, Wang Song on the hospital bed weakly began to resist and said, "I won't turn over, I'd rather die than turn over! Don't touch me!"
"Alright, alright, we won't touch you." Wang Qing soothed Wang Song, then glared at the two nurses and said, "Get lost! If you can't even handle this small task, don't bother coming back!"
