At eleven thirty at night, in Liu Ziang's office in the neurosurgery department.
The people who had just participated in the surgery were now gathered in Liu Ziang's office for a late-night snack. To Liu Ziang, a snack was no big deal.
Looking at the table full of barbecues and seafood, along with pizza and milk tea, Zhao Heng couldn't help but sigh. Eating these things so late, as a doctor, it's really not at all healthy.
Speaking of which, everyone thinks doctors are guardians of health, but the job itself is the least healthy.
Not to mention the upside-down day and night schedule, even eating meals properly is hard; most times, it's just a few rushed bites.
Zhao Heng noticed that the few male doctors were devouring the food, eating and drinking heartily, but the instrument nurse Sun Li and Ruan Liuzheng were only having small bites of salad, avoiding milk tea altogether.
