There was always a hint of helplessness on Gu Jingrui's handsome face, a trace of frustration in his eyes. What on earth is this mess?
Today, wasn't I the one injured? Why does it look like a party instead?
Could you all be any more inconsiderate of the patient? Could you possibly show any less sympathy? Hmm? Hmm? Could you at least care a little about me, even just emotionally? Why does it feel like everyone here is celebrating?
If I had known this would happen, should I have acted more seriously injured earlier? The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt. Aren't patients supposed to rest? Rest, okay?
Thinking of this, Gu Jingrui shrugged his broad shoulders. He truly felt drained, so drained, and began to wilt a little, sincerely feeling deeply conflicted. Really, conflicted…
"Good evening, everyone. Since the patient has just undergone surgery, he needs rest now. May I kindly ask everyone to return during visiting hours tomorrow?"
