บท 1772: A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart (Part Seventeen)

Someone knocked on the door and a nurse appeared the next moment. She politely said to Lu Yinan, "Doctor Lu, there are two more patients."

Lu Yinan was feeling disgruntled and he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. And certainly, he wouldn't be able to attend to any patients.

He glanced at the nurse. "Is Doctor Jiang still around?"

The nurse replied, "Yes."

Lu Yinan replied, "Pass them to him. I'm not feeling well."

"Noted," the nurse answered politely and left the room.

Lu Yinan propped his elbow on the desk with his palm against his forehead. He tapped the desk absent mindedly with the other hand.

Earlier on, he felt abandoned by the world.

Now, rage and gloom had consumed him.

Zhou Shuang was such a callous woman. He had been yearning and thinking about her, to the extent that he had lost weight.

He couldn't sleep at night.

But she went out happily for dinner.