"Who is the patient's family member?"
"I, I am..." It took Ye Shu a while to snap back to reality, raising her hand like a well-behaved little schoolchild claiming kinship.
"The bullet in the patient's left shoulder has been removed. Since it did not hit any vitals, with proper care, he should recover quickly. Please push the patient to room 228 to rest."
"Okay, thank you." A weight finally lifted off Ye Shu's heart.
Thank goodness her husband was alright; otherwise, she really wouldn't have known what to do.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Sheng had turned misfortune into a blessing this time, even curing his gynophobia.
Ye Shu's nose tingled with acidity as she stepped forward and pushed Sheng Shaochen towards room 228.
While walking, she was so emotional that she almost cried out.
"Ah Chen, Ah Chen, how are you? Are you alright? I heard you were injured, was it serious?" At the end of the corridor, Sun Nanjue's voice came rushing in urgency, followed by flustered footsteps.