"Hmm... So you weren't present for the later check-ups then?"
"Yeah, the nurse kept me outside."
"I see..."
"What's wrong?" Seeing Meng Lang looking thoughtful, Fan Shigang wondered if he had done something wrong.
"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking that it's mealtime, and surely they're hungry too. Why don't you, Brother Fan, go outside and buy some food?"
"Oh! No problem! I'll go right away!"
Watching Fan Shigang leave, Meng Lang pondered for a moment before heading to the earlier consultation room.
But before he even entered, he heard faint voices inside.
"Xiao Fang, for the patient in intensive care ward bed 18, go hang two bottles of glucose, oh and make sure to tear off the labels!"
"Okay, Doctor Zhao."
Meng Lang: "..."
Leaning against the wall, he waited for a while until the little nurse inside left, then he turned and entered the consultation room...
Behind the desk, Doctor Zhao was reviewing patient records and instinctively looked up as someone entered.
