She didn't know how much time had passed before she walked to the hospital room door, her heart anxious and uneasy, several times wanting to speak but stopping short.
A middle-aged male doctor took off his mask and walked toward the door, nodding to signal her to be at ease.
"Doctor, he..." Jasmine Yale felt some relief.
"Acute gastritis, initially diagnosed as acute changes in the gastric mucosa due to heavy drinking recently, combined with the fact that the patient hasn't eaten for 24 hours, resulting in acute stomach pain."
Jasmine Yale let out a sigh of relief at first, then leaned desperately against the wall, glancing inside the room.
Sylvan Cheney was lying on the bed, not saying a word, not asleep, his brows tightly knitted.
"We've given the patient an injection, he needs to rest quietly for the time being. In about half an hour, I'll come over to take his temperature. If there are no major issues, he can have some liquid food in small amounts."
