"Okay."
Chu Dazhuang nodded, "I know, there are more patients today. You have worked hard."
"Oh."
When the nurse heard this, she chuckled lightly, "No problem, Dr. Chu. I'm honored to be your assistant."
Speaking of which, the nurse and Chu Dazhuang made eye contact, nodded slightly, and then walked out the door.
With more than two hundred patients, Chu Dazhuang was extremely busy. The entire clinic was overwhelmed, with all staff working hard—after all, these patients came with their families, and many were immobile or in critical condition.
Following Chu Dazhuang's instructions, the nurse took out a box of medicine pills he had prepared and began distributing them.
The main reason was that there were too many seriously ill and injured people. If someone died during the treatment process or while queuing, it would be really troublesome.
So, these pills, which were hastily made by Chu Dazhuang, could at the very least prolong life for a day.
