This doctor, speaking with the experience of a veteran, was teaching him.
Zhou Can followed the person into the ward where several doctors and nurses were busily working under tension.
The sounds of various machine alarms were incessant.
Upon entering, it felt like stepping onto a real battlefield.
The tense atmosphere gave Zhou Can an invisible psychological pressure.
"That's Doctor Hu, he already knows about you, just go straight to him."
Zhou Can looked over and saw a middle-aged doctor, around forty years old, bending over to tend to a patient on bed number six.
A nurse was assisting at the side.
The patient's breathing was very poor, and the oxygen saturation was frighteningly low.
His nails were cyanotic, his lips blackish; even his complexion was somewhat purple and bluish.
Zhou Can walked to the bedside and saw Doctor Hu carefully suctioning the patient's phlegm, so he did not dare to disturb.
"Are you Zhou Can?"
