Listening to Du Heng's calm question and looking at his composed face, the sweat that had just receded from the attending doctor's forehead broke out again.
Even if he were a fool, he would have understood by now that the reason the pediatric patient couldn't speak and had cramped limbs was likely due to his medication error earlier.
But he genuinely couldn't figure out what the problem was.
Du Heng put his hands in the pockets of his white gown and continued to look at the attending doctor. "Don't stop. Tell everyone your thought process for the medication."
Seeing that Du Heng had no intention of letting him off the hook, the attending doctor swallowed hard, wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and cast a helpless glance at Deputy Director Lv beside him.
But Deputy Director Lv simply avoided his gaze, pretending not to see.
