Kapitel 838: Small Ward Round

In the ward of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, two pots of devil's ivy looked like they had sunburn as they stood on the windowsill side by side while they stared at the sky. Their entire bodies were green. 

The patient on the hospital bed looked tired. She had dark circles, pale lips, rough face, and sagging face. She looked just like someone who was taken care of carelessly by an unprofessional embalmer.

"Ward round." A doctor knocked on the door, and he walked into the room.

"Didn't you just come for a ward round?" Her best friend by the hospital bed was playing with her phone, so she felt slightly angry for her game to be interrupted.

"The chief surgeon decided to come and take a look." The doctor explained in a low voice, and he stood to the side of the patient.

Young Ling, who laid on the bed, opened her eyes and waited for her best friend's endless complaints.