Jiang Ning heard this and her gaze fell on the young nurse, "Do you know her?"
The young nurse glanced at Jiang Ning, remembering the condition of that patient from a few days ago, her expression somewhat hesitant, "I'm not sure if it's…"
Just then, Chen Xiaomei had gotten through on the internal line, relaying Chen Zhaodi's information to her colleagues in the inpatient department, asking them to look it up.
They quickly found the information.
Chen Xiaomei turned to Jiang Ning, her expression tinged with pity, "There are three Chen Zhaodis, but there's only one with brain cancer, and she's just sixteen years old, is she the friend you're looking for?"
"Yes," Jiang Ning nodded.
Then Chen Xiaomei spoke again to the colleague on the phone, "Which floor is this young lady on? What's her room number?"
Whatever was said on the other end, Chen Xiaomei's facial expression became somewhat odd, and she quickly hung up the call.