The next day, just like yesterday, Qin Han arrived at the clinic to find a long line had already formed outside, and many people warmly greeted Qin Han:
"Dr. Qin, good morning!"
"Dr. Qin, have you had breakfast yet?"
"Dr. Qin, you've been working hard!"
Hearing these greetings one after another, even Qin Han, who had experienced much in his past life, was somewhat moved. This was genuine concern from the patients.
Meanwhile, under the leadership of Zhong Meimei, a delegation from the Capital's First Hospital, which had sent a vehicle, was en route to the Qin's clinic.
When these experts arrived at Qin's clinic, the first sight that greeted them was the long line outside the door.
As they walked towards the clinic, someone in the line shouted, "What's the matter with you? Why are you cutting in line?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuanliang, who was maintaining order, and Number Three swiftly looked up, and Zhong Yuanliang even chastised, "What are you doing?"
