Du Heng casually put the cup aside and handed the house on the table to Jin Zan.
"After the patient wakes up, her arm will be very painful. And you can't use painkillers or anti-inflammatory drugs here, so I've prepared a house for you."
Du Heng tapped on the table. "This house won't affect the fetus's development in the patient's abdomen, so it's safe to use."
Jin Zan slapped his bald head again. "How could I have forgotten about this?"
"You've forgotten enough things today," Du Heng glared at Jin Zan.
But he could understand Jin Zan. The entire treatment process today was completely different from his habits of the past few years. It could even be said it was an entirely different matter, so it was normal for him to overlook certain things.
Jin Zan gave an awkward laugh, just about to say something, when Du Heng's phone rang, so he kept quiet, waiting for Du Heng to finish the call.
