Standing in the field of vision of both Lu Cheng and Du Qiang, neither could convince the other. Zhang Tiesheng couldn't chime in on Lu Cheng's words, and instead comforted, "Take it easy."
"Do your shift well."
Of course, Lu Cheng wouldn't lose his composure just because of Du Qiang's sudden visit. He sat back down, "Brother Zhang, you should head over to the ward as well, and by the way, check on the blood circulation of today's limb replantation for me."
"If there's a problem, we need to spot it and deal with it promptly."
Zhang Tiesheng rolled his eyes, jokingly saying, "Pairing up with you feels like bad luck from eight generations."
Zhang Tiesheng subtly expressed that Lu Cheng's meticulousness could turn everyone into perfectionists, then turned to leave.
But as Zhang Tiesheng left the clinic room, after a moment's hesitation, he decided to make a call to Director Lin Qianlong.
