The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and the visitor was Peng Dong.
Seeing it was him, Tang Huai let out a sigh of relief, that sad expression flashed away.
"How are you feeling?" Peng Dong pretended to take notes in a notebook.
Tang Huai: "Very sleepy, want to sleep."
"Then sleep, the anti-inflammatory medicine can make you drowsy." Peng Dong reached out to squeeze the IV tube.
"Dr. Peng, are you still transferring back to the county?"
Peng Dong paused, his eyes darkening slightly: "No."
He used to work here to take care of his stubborn mother who refused to move to the city.
His mother passed away last year, peacefully, and he was skilled in surgery, the dean had repeatedly requested him to transfer here, and he agreed after the Spring Festival this year.
Tonight happened to be his night shift, he was in neurology, not involved in obstetrics and gynecology.
When he saw Tang Huai's pants covered in blood, he led Jing Xuan to obstetrics and gynecology.
