*Ding ding ding*
The wind chime hanging in the corridor of the Bazhaixiang hospital branch was hit by the wind like children who scored zero getting beaten by his parents. The sound was very rhythmic, and it had a very high pitch as well.
Then, a whole line of doctors in white coats came out of the corner of the stairs and walked down the corridor in order.
"Has Ling Ran come for his ward rounds yet?" Associate Chief Physician Deng sat at the courtyard on the ground floor as he looked at the doctors at the half-open corridor. His tone was slightly joking and was a little envious as well.
He was also the leader of his treatment group, but the number of people under him and the number of beds were different. Naturally, the way he felt was different.
Translator’s Note:
[1] CA: Lingo for cancer.