The young doctor nodded gratefully, he probably thought that my master would be on a par with him.
After all, forensic doctors and doctors actually belong to the same department, and the work of forensic doctors is much larger than that of doctors.
Master let him go so easily, and he should be grateful.
But I know that Master doesn't want to deal with his unceremonious calculations just now.
It's Master, he is really in pain now, and he can't speak, and it is estimated that he can gasp in pain when he speaks.
"Now I can only give you antibiotics, try to keep a good rest, no matter how busy you are at work, you have to wait for your body to recover some vegetables," the young doctor said politely to Master.
"Okay, thank you, I'll rest more," Master nodded politely.
After the doctor left, I sat back in my chair and pursed my lips to keep myself from laughing.
"If you want to laugh, laugh, don't suffocate yourself," the master gave me a blank look.
"I'd better wait until you're better, I'll laugh again," I said, almost pursed my lips.
"What," Master asked, looking at me.
"Because I'm afraid that it will hurt more when you get angry," the muscles in my face were shaking uncontrollably.
"Stinky girl" Master clutched his chest and twisted his head to the side.
I covered my mouth and smiled, just as I turned my head to see the director who had arrived anxiously.
I stood up suddenly, and it was a reflex.
"Hello Director," I said, looking at the Director who had already walked to the bed.
And the director didn't even look at me, he looked directly at my master and asked, "How is it now, what did the doctor say?"
I thought that Master would be very polite to the director, I have met the director a few times before, and he spoke very politely.
But I didn't expect that Master didn't even look at the director at all, as if the director didn't look at me just now.
"What is the problem with my pain now, let my apprentice answer you," the master made it clear that he was venting his anger on me.
The director looked embarrassed, then turned his head to look at me, and finally gave me a straight face.
"How is your master doing now?"
the director's face changed visibly when he looked at me for questioning.
I had Master to support me, and suddenly I felt that the director had something to fear I didn't do anything wrong, I'm afraid he only because he's the director.
"The doctor said that Master was overworked, and his emphysema caused by smoking was also considered an acute pain," I said truthfully as I looked at the director.
"What kind of medicine did the doctor say?"
the director asked, looking at me.
"There is no specific medicine, you can only pay attention to rest and then take antibiotics for a few days" "Then let's rest for a few days," the director looked embarrassed, "I don't know what to do with the work below."
"What to do" Master suddenly picked up the words and looked at the director with a cold face, "Forensic Doctor Su can already complete the work independently" "She can really do it," the director looked at me with a skeptical expression.
"What is this, what is this, the apprentices I brought out are stronger than those forensic doctors who have been doing forensic medicine for several years, and this also depends on talent," Master's face was already very ugly.
"Okay, then it's hard work, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me," the director finally compromised Master's statement.
I suddenly felt that it was really good to be really capable, to be like Master, and the director had to give him some face.
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