Everyone enjoyed the fruit, and it helped pass the time. Otherwise, the night shift would be truly hard to endure.
"Doctor, my father has hit his head and it's quite a big wound," a voice urgently called from the open door of the waiting hall.
Liu Banxia hurriedly went over. "Is it still bleeding? Why didn't you use something cleaner? Is that a towel?"
"It's still bleeding; he bumped it on the kitchen countertop. We just grabbed this and rushed him to the hospital," the patient's son replied.
"Throw it away for now. Let me have a look," said Liu Banxia, putting on his gloves.
In the upper right section of the forehead, there was a laceration about four centimeters long. It was pretty severe and still bleeding. It needed stitches.
"Liang Xiaolin, prepare for wound cleaning and suturing," Liu Banxia said after his examination.
"Doctor, aren't you going to do the stitching?" the patient's son asked anxiously.
