Is that you, doctor Zheng?

"Su Yun, I'll say it." Zheng Ren pulled Su Yun back. This fellow already had a pre-set position, and there was no way for him to communicate and treat her objectively. If he was allowed to continue, the situation would probably immediately go out of control.

Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and stood to the side with her arms crossed. She had just come out of the operating room, and she was wearing a hazmat suit with a sterile coat over it. She even had shoe covers on her feet, and the clattering of her shoes as she walked was very much like Su Yun's unhappiness.

Zheng Ren had no doubt that if he had the chance, he would drag sister Qiao's lover down and give him a good beating.

"Wang Sheng, right?" Zheng Ren had prepared a firestraint tracheostomy device. He stood beside the patient and said,"I want to do a checkup for you to see how you got your asthma."

The patient's eyelids trembled slightly, but they did not open.