The female doctor looked at Zhao Yang strangely, wondering what kind of grudge it would take to beat someone to the brink of death. However, as a doctor, her duty was to save lives, not to dig to the bottom of things. Besides, prying too much could inevitably annoy the patient.
Realizing that this was his private matter, she decided not to ask further.
After the nurse had finished changing Zhao Yang's dressings, the doctor said, "Your injuries are still quite severe. If you need to get out of bed and move around, be very careful. Don't fall or let anyone touch your rib area. If that happens, your ribs could shift, which at best could interfere with healing, and at worst, be life-threatening."
"Yeah, I understand, thank you!" Zhao Yang said with a smile.
"Alright then, I will be going now. If there are any issues, notify me immediately," the doctor whispered.
"Yeah, sure!" Zhao Yang nodded with a smile.
