"Cough... cough... I didn't hear anything just now; I wasn't even here at the hospital today." Deputy Director Qiao said seriously as he looked at Song Xiaodong.
"Of course, of course." Song Xiaodong nodded.
Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor again, and a young nurse led four patients, covered head to toe with yellow blisters, into Song Xiaodong's office.
"Hello, I'm your attending physician, my surname is Song." Upon hearing the nurse leading the group, Song Xiaodong quickly donned the white coat he had prepared earlier, a stethoscope hung around his neck, and a pair of glasses was clipped to the chest pocket, looking more like a doctor than a doctor.
Lin Su'er and Deputy Director Qiao were stunned watching beside him, their jaws nearly dropped to the floor. One moment Song Xiaodong was playfully laughing with two young ladies, then he turned around, changed his clothes, and sternly assumed the role of a specialist doctor for chickenpox.
