Eating from the bowl, picking from the plate, and looking at the pot.

To boss Zheng, no matter what he ate, it was like a bowl of fireworks.

By the time Xie Yiren and Feng Xuhui parked their cars and came back, the conversation had already ended.

Su Yun had successfully dealt a critical blow to Chang Yue, but it had also attracted her hostility. It seemed that he had to drink this wine well.

Zheng Ren did not know whether Su Yun's actions were right or wrong. Who knew? it had nothing to do with him.

Holding Yiren's hand, Zheng Ren let go of his thoughts. Nothing had anything to do with him. This was especially so for patients with liver failure. Just thinking about it made him feel terrible.

It was very important for people to forget. Being good at forgetting would make them happier.

In addition to the patients of the ICU, the medical group had also become more mature and larger. Although it was also a necessity for his work, boss Zheng felt a little helpless about the increasing number of people.