"Doctor, you have a great memory." Harvey Fisher smiled at her and then turned his face towards the Operating Room, "The patient you just treated is also my patient."
"I see." Olivia Parker nodded gently, "She shouldn't have any major issues, the injuries aren't too severe. However, there might be some marks left on her forehead. You should prepare her mentally."
At that moment, the door of the Operating Room opened, and a nurse pushed the patient out. The patient's mother immediately rushed over crying.
Harvey Fisher glanced in the direction of the Operating Room, "I'll go over first."
"Alright." Olivia Parker nodded faintly, turned and continued forward, walking to the terrace to breathe in some fresh air, feeling her fatigue fade away. Only then did she go downstairs into Freya Smith's ward.
Freya Smith's mother was sitting in a chair, holding her daughter's hand, sobbing, while Harvey Fisher was comforting her.
A few other people were standing in the ward.
