The next day, Jiang Yuzhu arrived at the hospital as usual, starting her busy day.
She moved with deliberation, her professional demeanor standing out in the long hospital corridors.
When she entered Ya Zeqing's room, she immediately noticed his unusual demeanor: his face was pale, with an expression of loss and confusion.
"Doctor Jiang, why did you ignore me yesterday?" Ya Zeqing's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
Jiang Yuzhu was momentarily taken aback, but quickly regained her usual composure: "I don't understand what you're saying. Let's first check your condition." Her tone left no room for dispute.
A moment of disappointment flashed in Ya Zeqing's eyes, but he didn't press the issue.
Jiang Yuzhu began a meticulous examination of his wound and other vital signs. Her movements were gentle but professional, every detail carefully considered.