"Hmm!" Lu Cheng said, as he grabbed his work tools, starting to put on his robe and look for clothes.
In the twenty-first century, what is the most frustrating thing? This is pretty much it.
The clothes from today have already gone into the washing machine after bathing.
"Then you go find them yourself, I can't help you." Mu Nanshu was also fumbling around slowly...
Lu Cheng left in the car at eleven ten at night.
Lu Cheng really felt like lighting a cigarette now, but since he had to drive and he didn't smoke, he refrained.
When he arrived at the department, it was already eleven twenty-eight!
In the department, both the internal medicine and surgery staff were working overtime, especially the internal medicine team, who were fully engaged in handling medical records.
After all, the archives room could drive anyone in internal medicine crazy.
