Xiao Su had always stayed by Yang Ping's side, helping him roll up his sleeves, assisting him with his limbs, making it look as if she was the one unpeeling the vaseline gauze from her own hands.
Director Han was a bit older, but he had been young once, so he understood immediately and chuckled softly.
After changing the bandages, Director Han felt reassured. They were all superficial scratches.
"Let's talk in the office." Director Han gently placed his tweezers in the dressing tray as Zhang Lin cleaned up the rubbish.
Everyone went to the doctors' office and settled down while Cai Qiaojun arranged the cups and poured the tea.
Director Han was all smiles. "I guess you didn't understand?"
Indeed, they didn't understand. Wasn't the General Orthopedics ward supposed to be in the Overseas Chinese Building? Why was it here?