"You still have the mind to do rounds, huh?" After Du Qiang and the others left, Zhang Tiesheng saw Lu Cheng still running towards the ward and got a bit of a headache.
He didn't know if Lu Cheng had a big heart or was addicted to doing rounds. Normally, he's quite leisurely, but today, even with a fire on his backside, instead of thinking of ways to solve problems, he goes to do rounds first thing.
Lu Cheng nodded, "Brother Zhang, you head back first. I'll do another round."
Although recently, due to the constant improvement of medical advice, the skill point gain from rounds has been decreasing, Lu Cheng always adheres to the principle of hitting a few rounds whenever he has time, whether he gains anything or not.
"Alright then, you go ahead. I'm heading back." Zhang Tiesheng scratched his head, not feeling very well.
