On his back, along the spine, were implanted a whole row of microcurrent meters and a drug infusion pump, which looked quite frightening.
Noticing the ever-changing monitoring data on the sterile ward's monitoring instruments, Min Quan's eyes turned red, and his body leaned weakly against the wall.
"I didn't realize you and Manager Song had such a deep relationship!"
Min Quan quickly straightened up, wiped his eyes with his hand, and explained to Jian Jia, who had arrived: "Song Zexing's computer skills far exceed mine. In my heart, I regard him as a teacher."
"Wasn't it said that he just had a headache and fainted? How did he end up in a sterile ward? Is there inflammation in the brain and spinal cord?"
Jian Jia shook her head, chuckled lightly, and said: "Don't scare yourself, Manager Song's problem isn't serious."
"He looks frightening right now just because he underwent an intracranial vascular interventional treatment and spinal microcurrent implant surgery an hour ago."
