Sometimes, Gu Qingya would even slack off and sit aside to sleep, directly handing over the diagnosis and treatment to Yang Yi.
After a busy morning, Yang Yi finally got to relax a bit as he watched Gu Qingya, seated on the side, softly asleep.
Yang Yi thought to himself, "Goodness! This is even more tiring than sweeping the corridors. I wonder what my wife is dreaming about right now."
With a sweet smile on her face, Gu Qingya seemed to be dreaming about something pleasant and fun, looking so happy that her mouth wouldn't close.
Suddenly, a harsh voice came from the corridor—it was the hospital director scolding the billing staff.
"Raise the charges! I'm in the midst of applying to upgrade our hospital to a second-tier facility!"
Due to the fame Yang Yi and Gu Qingya had garnered, the hospital had received increased attention.
The director was rather peculiar; he used to be obsequious to the directors of the second-tier and first-tier hospitals whenever he went out.