They were all waiting for Zhang Hao to examine them, and Xia Xin exclaimed, "Wow, I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to be this popular; so many patients are waiting for you to treat them."
"It seems like this department of traditional Chinese medicine really is your turf. Last time I came to see you, those two doctors were slacking off, playing on their phones."
"There was not a single patient in the whole department; I wonder if it was because they saw you weren't here."
"So they don't trust the medical skills and experience of those two doctors, preferring not to seek treatment and endure the discomfort rather than waiting for your return."
As for the specific situation, Zhang Hao couldn't say for sure, but he had returned to work now.
As long as the sky didn't fall, he would still treat these patients.
"What are you talking about? The patient is their own primary caregiver."
"If I weren't at this hospital, would they not seek medical treatment?"
