After collecting the money, the bald man cheerfully headed for the trauma bay, ready to take the old man away.
Inside, Xiao Xixi was already monitoring the patient's heart rate, blood pressure, respiratory rate, and blood oxygen saturation.
The old man was still crying out from the bed:
"Doctor, where are the painkillers...? It hurts... so much... It's killing me..."
Seeing the old man still putting on such a committed performance, the bald man chuckled. He walked to the bedside and leaned in to whisper:
"Hey, old man, we got the money. We can go now."
"Good haul today."
The bald man moved to take the pulse oximeter clip off the old man's finger.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? The patient's condition is still uncertain. He needs to remain on the monitor."
Xiao Xixi snapped.
"Hey, Nurse Xiao, there's nothing wrong with my dad. Let's go, old man."
The bald man completely ignored her.
