Fifteen minutes later, at Fengshan Village health clinic.
Zhao Tienan revisited the place, and the first thing he saw was that flamboyant woman, sitting in Zhao Tienan's previous spot, meticulously applying mascara.
"Hey, Zhao Tienan, what are you doing here?"
"I warn you, this is no longer your office. No idlers allowed unless you have special permission."
A voice with a lingering and provocative tone echoed back and forth in the clinic.
"Enough with the nonsense, I'm not here to bicker with you today, nor am I here to argue. This elderly person's condition looks really bad, she needs an infusion immediately."
Zhao Tienan said calmly, without even lifting his eyelids, just simply prepared for a few minutes and then precisely inserted the needle into Mrs. Lu's vein.
One shot did the trick, and it seemed particularly easy and pleasant.
This illustrates the difference between ordinary doctors and Zhao Tienan; almost every patient he handles gets better.
