"What the hell! Is this Ling Ran?" Doctor Zhou who was scrolling through his Weibo newsfeed suddenly leaped out of his seat. He yelled loudly as if he was about to announce earth-shattering news.
"What's with Ling Ran?" Zhao Leyi's voice was so muffled that it sounded like it was ringing out from beneath two layers. He was debriding the wound of a patient whose thigh had been clamped by the door. As the patient was so scared that he soiled himself, there was even a bit of a stench.
Doctor Zhou stood up and paced around excitedly. "Didn't you look at your Weibo newsfeed? Meng Xue! We're talking about Meng Xue here!"
"I don't have time for that. Do you know how many surgeries… Hey, Old Zhou, come over here…"