In the hospital ward.
An Hao lay on the hospital bed, having been severely weakened by bouts of vomiting and diarrhea, but after being hooked up to an IV, she felt much better. Thus, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted hazily into dreamland.
When she woke up, she saw Yan Ye sitting by her side.
He was nodding off, his head drooping repeatedly, almost hitting the edge of the bed several times, which also tugged at An Hao's heartstrings.
He had told his students during class that he had performed surgeries for the entire day, standing for a total of fourteen hours, apart from having some water and a dinner.
He advised his students that the morning exercises should be taken seriously because a surgeon, in particular, needs to have a very strong body.
"Teacher Yan, if you're tired, you should go back," An Hao said, feeling both concerned for him and a bit guilty.
