31st July. Friday.
The sunrise was fiery, and Lu Cheng rode his little scooter uphill on Yuelu Avenue, the breeze pushing back, feeling indescribably relaxed.
He hadn't even finished riding the 800 meters when his phone rang. Lu Cheng pulled over to the side, his right foot resting on the sidewalk edge, shifting his seat to the right.
"Brother Zhang," Lu Cheng greeted politely.
Zhang Tiesheng's voice sounded a bit odd: "Xiao Lu, you just messaged me saying you can take any cases of upper limb tendon rupture?"
"Xiao Lu, are you sure?"
"This isn't a joke!"
Lu Cheng of course had informed the on-duty doctor in the emergency room today via message: "Brother Zhang, since I've told you, it's certainly not a joke."
"As long as you thoroughly explain the risks to the patient, and the patient wants to stay for the procedure instead of being transferred, they can be admitted."
