Have you ever seen a hospital that follows up with patients for five years?
Which patient, after being discharged and cured, has ever received a follow-up call from the hospital?
What follow-up tracking? It's all a bluff.
The patients in the hospital are already overwhelming, where's the energy to care for those who've been discharged.
Chen Xue looked at the dense information, feeling a surge of frustration. She picked up pen and paper, patiently copied some of it, then with a "snap," threw the pen far across the desk.
Chen Xue stared at the few sheets of paper soaked in dirty water for a moment, picked them up, crumbled them into a ball and tossed them in the trash, then started playing on her phone.
After playing for a while, she heard footsteps. Chen Xue put the phone away as Feng Huihui walked in the door.
"Have you finished writing?" Feng Huihui asked Chen Xue coldly.
"Finished." Chen Xue didn't offer Feng Huihui a friendly expression either.
