Before Nan Zhubin could knock and enter, conversation sounds were already emanating from the evaluation room.
No, it's more intense than "conversation," more like "arguing."
The door was half open, and through the gap, Nan Zhubin saw a curly-haired female doctor, around thirty, sitting inside the evaluation room; opposite her stood a man in a dark gray suit, around forty, holding a black briefcase.
The voice Nan Zhubin heard just now was from this man in the suit.
"I asked the nurse at the front desk, and she told me to find you doctors. I've searched around, and you're the only doctor here!"
"It's eight o'clock, why aren't you all at work? How do your hospital expect to see patients like this?"
The man in the suit spoke with conviction.
"It's inconvenient for us to give out the doctor's private phone number here, and we are still not sure what the situation is with your child."
