Was he overthinking it, or had Zhang Hao reached a point where he believed he was beyond help and could do whatever he wanted?
While he pondered, Zhang Hao had already picked up a pen and scribbled a long list of items on the prescription slip.
Xia Xin turned and struggled to recognize the contents written there.
She nudged Zhang Hao's shoulder with her elbow, "What's this? You doctors really have handwriting like chicken scratch, but as long as it can cure my illness, I'll consider it a merit on your part."
Those words, 'a merit on your part', made Zhang Hao feel somewhat embarrassed.
"Don't praise me or put me on a pedestal; you might be scared in a bit."
Xia Xin wasn't concerned. Now that the medical results were out, what was there to be afraid of?
It was simply a matter of life or death at the doctor's word, and moreover, it depended on whether the doctor had enough experience.
If it was just a regular junior doctor, then their words wouldn't be very credible.
