As the saying went, when a general moved his mouth, soldiers ran their legs off.
To push forward the Iron Curtain Plan, Pei Xianjue had ordered the admission of refugees, suddenly throwing the Second Inpatient Department into an overloaded state.
There was plenty of room in the inpatient department. Many wards were not full, and as long as more beds were added and four-bed rooms were converted into six-bed rooms, they could accommodate more Infected.
But they were desperately short-staffed.
Medication was also being used up far more quickly. Ling Feiran alone had gone through an entire box of painkillers in one morning.
Everyone was rushed off their feet. Zhao Xiaolei held a broom as he cleaned vomit from the wards, while Liu Wen pushed a medical cart through the corridors at a dead run—
"Patients in beds 31 and 46 need their wounds stitched! We also need two sets of clean sheets and blankets!"
"Why haven't the painkillers arrived yet? The patient in bed No. 5 is almost unable to bear the pain!"
"Can someone give me a hand? God, I'm exhausted!"
They were far too busy.
The Head Nurse had the colleagues taking the afternoon shift come in two hours early. Only then did Ling Feiran, Zhao Xiaolei, and Liu Wen finally get to eat breakfast.
While eating, Liu Wen's hand holding her chopsticks trembled uncontrollably. She could not help complaining, "If I'd known the day shift would be this busy, I should've chosen the night shift. Nights must be much quieter."
Zhao Xiaolei said from beside her, "Having your days and nights reversed is exhausting too! Sigh, there's no way people in our line of work can ever have it easy."
Ling Feiran comforted them both. "Hang in there a little longer. Once you transfer to another