In the blue-and-white corridor, a doctor in a white coat walked past quickly. The sound he made seemed to be able to make the green willows on the flower racks tremble.
A green willows that had lost its leaves desperately curled up its branches, as if it could recall the limbs that had been taken away.
The hanging orchids on the side also suffered heavy losses, but they still comforted the green willows with their intact bodies on the other side.
A few patients who were pushing the infusion racks looked ahead in a daze. They walked very slowly, so bored that they did not want to move their lungs.
He Yuanzheng pushed open the fire door and walked to a corner where no one was around. He took out his phone and waited for the call to ring before asking impatiently, “Old Huo, is your heart failing?”
The other end of the phone stopped for two seconds. He sighed and said, “Don’t think about a pie falling from the sky, okay?”
“No?”He Yuanzheng was a little disappointed.