"Let's go see the patient first."
Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said to Li Haiyang.
He didn't agree immediately but decided to see the patient first, then talk to the patient's family before making a decision.
"Alright, let's go, Dr. Zhao."
Li Haiyang nodded.
Soon, the two of them arrived at a ward. As soon as they entered, Zhao Heng saw a frail old man lying on the hospital bed. Despite the severe hardships of illness, the old man's complexion was very poor, but Zhao Heng noticed a special aura in him.
This special aura was something Zhao Heng had never seen in others. To describe it, it felt like an indomitable spirit forged through a hundred battles; just by quietly being there, it instantly brought a sense of solemnity.
This feeling, seeing this old man, Zhao Heng felt as if he was looking at an old soldier.
Sitting beside the bed were a kindly looking old lady and a middle-aged woman, presumably the old man's wife and daughter.
