The examination for Little White hadn’t ended. Sun Xiaomeng adeptly wore a stethoscope with one hand, pressing the chestpiece of the stethoscope with her other hand against Little White’s small chest, looking down at the watch, and calculating Little White’s heartbeat inside her head.
"Normal," she nodded to Wu Yue, taking the stethoscope off of her ears and hanging it around her neck as before.
Knock! Knock!
Someone was knocking at the operating room door.
Long Xian stuck her head in. With her eyes looking at Little White’s body, she asked embarrassingly, "Sister Xiaomeng, do you need my help?
Actually, Sun Xiaomeng didn’t need her help. Before Long Xian came to her clinic, she had grown accustomed to doing everything by herself, whether it was cleaning or treatment.
However, since she had hired Long Xian as a nurse, why did she have to work so hard?