After finishing the clinic, Zhao Heng checked the time; it was already five forty, past the usual clock-out time of ten o'clock.
"When is the next clinic?"
Zhao Heng stretched his body and asked Tian Zhen.
"The day after tomorrow, a whole day, with fifty appointments scheduled."
Tian Zhen glanced at the schedule on her tablet and spoke slowly.
"A whole day, fifty?"
Hearing this, Zhao Heng felt a bit headache, not because he couldn't see that many patients, but because such a routine was slightly different from his ideal work state.
However, in the country, the work of doctors, especially that of excellent doctors, only gets busier, never the busiest; it's pretty much like this.
This is the fate of a doctor.
"Yes, the registration department said they have tried to evenly distribute the number of registrations every day."
Tian Zhen said.
