Seven o'clock in the evening.
Huo Congjun stood tall with his chest puffed out as he brought with him a group of resident doctors, housemen, and medical interns into the observation room.
He initially had an appointment at night, but he was stood up. So, he did not have the chance to sing songs such as "Heaven" and "Going to the End of the World." This made Department Director Huo, who was already left with few leisurely activities, to begin with, very unhappy. The only thing that may comfort him would be ward rounds.
"Sorry, the regular ward rounds would be completed in the morning, but I am still worried, so I came to take a look in advance."
Huo Congjun apologized as he went inside. The sparsely colored hair on his head swayed with his movements, impressing the patients.
"Ah, one has to truly be different to be a department director. It's already so late, and you're still doing ward rounds."