"Doctor Ma, why is Doctor Ling not here yet?" Sister Zhang, who was in her early forties, sat firmly on the lounge chair beside her son's bed. There was a slightly begrudging tone in her voice.
Ma Yanlin, who was measuring the blood pressure for the national football player Li Tianhong, smiled and said, "Didn't Doctor Ling came for a ward round yesterday?"
"He came yesterday. So, why isn't he coming today?"
Ma Yanlin forced a warm smile on his face and said, "Today is the fifth day after the surgery, and the patient's condition is stable now. It should not be a problem if the patient goes for rehabilitation on time and perform check-ups."
"I'm not confident with what you've said, I want to hear it from Doctor Ling." Sister Zhang's attitude was more firm, and her tone became harsher.