At dawn, Ye Sigong took care of his father together with a patient care assistant before he exited his father's ward. He then started to make ward rounds.
Even though he was merely working in a county hospital, the beds in the wards were always full. Most of them were regular patients, but a small part of them were locals who were waiting to be transferred to the city to receive surgery. Overall, their conditions were not considered serious, and the treatments they needed were not complicated either.
Ye Sigong controlled his facial emotions well and tried to be careful in his speech. After he was done making ward rounds, he breathed a soft sigh of relief. As he sat in his office chair, he could not help but feel a little lost.
"Doctor Ye, I have a question. My father's wound is still hurting, and there seems to be some pus…" After knocking on the door, a patient's family member walked straight into the office.