Upon returning from the stem cell culture room to the ward, Zhao Heng approached the bed of the "Shuren" patient.
"Doctor."
Seeing Zhao Heng approaching, the middle-aged man sitting on the bed with his legs dangling over the side quickly spoke up.
"How are you feeling today?"
Zhao Heng asked routinely.
"Feeling okay, doctor, can I still undergo surgery?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but ask.
Since being hospitalized, he clearly felt that this place was different from the hospital he had been in before.
The doctors and nurses here were much friendlier towards him, unlike the previous hospital where people were treated like objects being manipulated.
Even though he had undergone so many surgeries, looking at himself now, the middle-aged man still wanted surgery.
Despite all the torment, he hadn't given up hope. If it were someone else, they might have given up long ago.
