Xiaomei's face drained of color in shock. "Doctor Jiang, come back quickly, I—I can't handle this, the patient has fallen!"
Jiang Lin snapped back to reality, her heart clenching violently, her body rushing forward ahead of her consciousness.
"How are you doing?" she asked anxiously, her heart aching sharply, wanting to scold him for his recklessness, but the words died in her throat when her gaze fell on his legs, and in the end, all she could do was look at him with reddened eyes, full of heartache.
"It doesn't hurt," the man chuckled softly, "It's worth it!"
"You!" Jiang Lin's eyes rounded in shock as she saw him sweating from the pain. Her heart softened, and she let out a long sigh.
"Xiaomei, go and call Doctor Wang to take him to the emergency room."
After she had spoken, she got up to prepare.