In the ward, the old man had already changed into his own clothes, a dark blue jacket, with his hair neatly combed, and his complexion looked much better than before the surgery. His wife stood beside him, carrying large bags in her hands, her eyes slightly red.
"Professor Yang!" The old man saw Yang Ping, his voice as loud as a command on the playground, "You're here!"
"You look good." Yang Ping walked over, picked up the stethoscope and listened to his lungs, "Breath sounds are clear, no dry or wet rales. Take it easy when you get home, take your medication on time, and come back for a check-up in a month."
"Got it, got it." The old man nodded repeatedly, "Director He has instructed me, the medication is prescribed, the precautions are written down, I've noted everything in my little notebook."
