She didn't know what was said in that phone call, but after Su Nanzhi listened to it, her complexion turned very poor, and she struggled to get out of bed.
Jian Xin, a prodigy in the medical field, watched as a heart disease patient, who had almost been admitted to the ICU the night before, got out of bed the day after resuscitation, reverting to her previously lively and bouncy state.
Tears streamed down Jian Xin's face: He shouldn't have gone into medicine; he should have become a charlatan.
Currently, perhaps only metaphysics could explain all this.
Jiang Beiyu followed her: "Where are you going?"
Su Nanzhi paused, then turned her head to answer, "My younger brother has also been hospitalized."
Jian Xin forgot to cry, "Your brother is hospitalized too? Didn't he call you at noon today?"
Su Nanzhi's face was very cold, "I would also like to know who put him in the hospital?"
Jiang Beiyu keenly detected the hidden message in Su Nanzhi's words.
