Qin Xuehai returned to the hospital in the afternoon.
After finding Zeng Hui, he saw that the other party was opening their computer to write something.
He immediately burst into laughter:
"What? Is the sun rising from the west?"
"Writing a paper?"
"Haven't seen you this proactive in a long time."
"Hehe..."
Zeng Hui shook his head with a smile: "Not a paper."
"It's about a classic case, and there happens to be a competition for excellent cases in the province, right?"
"Just so happens, I've encountered such a special patient."
"Just right to share it around."
"Maybe I could even win a prize."
Hearing Zeng Hui's words, Qin Xuehai got interested: "Oh?"
"What kind of case? Let's hear about it?"
Qin Xuehai had originally wanted to inquire about Chen Gong, but hearing about a special case, his curiosity was piqued.
Upon hearing this, Zeng Hui stood up to give his seat to Qin Xuehai: "Here, it's almost finished, take a look for yourself, you'll never guess!"
