"Bed 18, Ni Xiaona."
"Here, here, Doctor."
Jiang Tingxu walked over. There was a young girl lying on the bed. The one accompanying her was undoubtedly her mother.
"What's the situation with your daughter?"
The patient's mother quickly said, "She's been feeling a little nauseous these past few days and wants to throw up. She fell down previously and is suspected to have post-concussion syndrome. She's just waiting for the CT department to come over for a check-up."
"I'll check it out."
"Eh, eh, okay."
The patient's mother took away the phone that the child was playing with:
"Hurry up and lie down. The doctor will examine you."
"So let her examine me. Give me back my phone. I'm chatting with someone right now."
Jiang Tingxu felt somewhat relieved at this moment. The fact that she could still argue and play with her phone meant that there wasn't much of a problem.
