Several doctors hurried over and gave the newly conscious patient a simple examination.
While they were examining him, Song He gradually woke up. His head still felt a little swollen, and he reached up to rub his temples.
"It's nothing serious. Eat a little less today, then have a full dinner tomorrow. Eating too much at once will hurt your stomach and intestines. Rest well for the next few days and don't work." The head doctor gave him the same advice he had previously given Lou Jinghui.
"Speaking of which, why does someone from your experimental team end up hospitalized every few days?" The young nurse at the back looked indignant and suddenly spoke up. "How can they abuse you like this? You should report your boss! An unscrupulous boss deserves to be hanged from a streetlamp!"
The head doctor gave the young nurse an annoyed look. Making such a racket in front of the patient was hardly proper conduct for medical staff.
But the doctor said nothing. Perhaps he also felt that the situation was absurd. Two people from the same experimental team had collapsed within a week from working without eating or sleeping. How could that be acceptable?
The onlooking team members were stunned at first, then burst out laughing.
The indignant young nurse froze, then grew even more indignant. "What are you laughing at? Two of your colleagues have worked themselves into the hospital! Was I wrong? How can you be so heartless? Even if you're only thinking of yourselves, you should stand up to your boss!"
As she spoke, the young nurse couldn't help walking over to Song He's bedside. Her tone softened slightly. "Handsome, I'm right, aren't I? Don't worry about anything. Just tell me who your boss is, and I'll report him for you!