"Can you keep your voice down? How can we stitch up your wound and reset your bones if you keep yelling like this? Do you still want to be treated or not?" The doctor impatiently performed limb reconnection on the person beneath his hands, scolding loudly.
In their eyes, indeed, patients were not treated differently, but the truth is this group of people are good for nothing, known well for their notorious deeds within the hospital, especially the dreadful condition of An Zhiyuan, which had become well-known throughout the hospital, with everyone aware of the incident.
The doctors in their hospital are also comrades; at this moment, the fact that they are sincerely treating illnesses is already a display of highly noble professional ethics, not causing any foul play resulting in death should be greatly appreciated.
"Doctor, it hurts to death, can you give some anesthesia?"
"Doctor! Doctor, it's killing me."
"Doctor, save me, be gentle, be gentle."
