Zhang Hao finished his meal as quickly as possible and returned to his post.
He saw a female patient sitting in front of his consultation desk.
"Hello, may I ask where you feel uncomfortable?"
Just as the female patient was about to speak, she caught sight of Zhang Hao's eyes and immediately started stuttering.
"I... I..."
Zhang Hao, thinking she was nervous, soothed her with a kind voice,
"Don't worry, take your time. Only by describing your condition accurately can we treat you correctly."
The female patient could feel Zhang Hao's gentleness, and with his words, her initial nervousness gradually vanished.
She also revealed a hint of admiration in her eyes.
"Doctor Zhang, may I ask you a question?"
Zhang Hao looked up at the woman, "What question?"
"Do you know He Qianhui?"
Upon hearing that name, Zhang Hao immediately paused his actions.
He looked at the woman carefully, "Are you talking about Xiaohui? What happened to her?"
