Early the next morning,
Qin Feng had just arrived at the hospital. After finishing a meeting with Zhao Yitian and others, he returned to the office.
He had just sat down, not even warmed his seat, when the phone in front of him rang.
"Hello, this is Qin Feng."
"Qin Feng, it's Wang Yue from the obstetrics and gynecology department."
"Director Wang?"
Hearing the voice on the other end, he was stunned for a moment, and instinctively thought of the woman with the ruptured corpus luteum admitted last night,
"What's the matter? Is there a problem with the patient from last night?"
"No, no, you've misunderstood."
Wang Yue quickly explained upon hearing this,
"It's like this, our department received a small patient last night, a little over three months old, and the situation isn't very good. Both internal medicine and I are having trouble making a judgment, so we'd like you to come take a look.
Are you available now?"
"Oh? Sure! I'll head over now."
