Du Heng looked at Xu Pinglin and smiled. "I think I've found the cause of his recurring condition."
"What's the cause?" Xu Pinglin asked quickly. He was also greatly troubled by this patient.
However, Du Heng didn't rush to address Xu Pinglin's anxiety. Instead, he turned and walked towards the hospital room. "Let me go confirm it." As his words fell, Du Heng had already returned to the hospital room.
In the hospital room, the patient had just picked up his bowl and chopsticks, ready to eat. Seeing Du Heng suddenly return, he couldn't help but pause. "Doctor, is there something else?"
Du Heng walked closer and looked at the meal in the patient's hand: cold noodles with tomato and egg, accompanied by cold-tossed celtuce. It looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful. Du Heng was still a meter away, but the aroma was already wafting into his nostrils.
"This meal looks wonderful, very appetizing," Du Heng complimented the patient's wife.
