"It's nothing, just the final question."
"Healing and saving lives is the real priority. I'll prepare now and head over to you right away."
Zhao Tienan immediately spoke up.
Actually, Zhao Tienan was most worried about Li Wanqing's condition.
After all, it had been so long without treatment for her; if the Cold Poison flared up again, it would be deadly.
However, Li Wanqing hadn't called Zhao Tienan, which might mean her condition had fundamentally improved and didn't need the usual intensive treatment.
In less than half an hour, Zhao Tienan arrived at the village elementary school and saw the incessantly coughing old principal at the entrance.
"Doctor Zhao, you're finally here."
"Our school's interns are barely hanging on; the most severe has a fever of forty-one degrees. Please hurry and take a look."
The old principal grabbed Zhao Tienan's hand. Though he also had a severe flu, he intended to give the remaining medical resources to those interns first.
