The returning Wei Li and others did not pay attention to Jiang Qingrou, who was crying in Ye Tian's arms, but hurriedly came to bed No. 3 and began to examine.
"Director Wei, this..."
A white-coated doctor looked very grim, his brows furrowed, and he sighed heavily.
Seeing this, Wei Li also frowned, pondering how to handle this situation, otherwise the impact on Kyoto Hospital would be immeasurable!!
"Xiao Yan, you took over the medical records of bed No. 3 yourself, did he have any hidden ailments??"
Wei Li looked seriously at a bespectacled male doctor, hoping there might be some other cause of death for this middle-aged man.
Xiao Yan thought for a moment, shook his head, and said softly, "No, this patient was very healthy other than an injured leg."
"That's strange then, how could he die for no reason!!"
The few doctors were completely clueless, racking their brains but still unable to figure out how he died.
