While Zeng Yunjun was pulling Gao Mingxuan aside to get to the bottom of things, Li Xu had already returned to the emergency department's treatment room. It was not even seven-thirty yet; the outpatient corridors were still completely empty, but the ER was already brightly lit. Li Lin was watching over a patient.
The patient was a man in his thirties. Although it was only late September and Feng City had not yet entered late autumn, he was bundled up in a thick coat over a hoodie, curled up in a chair and shivering violently.
"Dean Li," Li Lin greeted him hurriedly upon seeing him enter.
"Morning. What's the situation?" Li Xu walked over and flipped through the medical records Li Lin had written.
"The patient has cold extremities and a severe aversion to the cold. He claims the chill pierces right through to his bones," Li Lin explained while checking the patient's pulse. Li Xu stood to the side, observing.
