Yao Chengxuan glared at his eldest son angrily: "What should I say about you?"
He turned to Luo Qiao and said, "I'm sorry, Qiaoqiao, for making you come all this way and not arranging for someone to pick you up. Where did you stay last night?"
Luo Qiao replied calmly, "Yin Dong picked me up. Yichen had asked him to heat up the boiler in my small courtyard, and his wife was kind enough to make me some hot soup noodles. I rested after eating, so you don't need to worry about me."
After speaking, she walked into the ward, which was a two-bed room arranged specifically for the convenience of an expert consultation.
Yao Chengxuan rubbed his face and sighed inwardly, "The bed by the window is where Lin Ping is. The experts will be here shortly; we're just waiting."
Luo Qiao nodded, "Let's go in and take a look."
After entering, Luo Qiao approached the patient to conduct a simple preliminary examination.
Unexpectedly, a family member by the bedside shouted, "What are you doing?"
