Ye Zhiyong hurried to his feet and asked, "Nurse Zhang, you've arrived? Is there something wrong?"
Ye Zhiyong was a simple and honest countryman who naturally revered doctors and nurses, always speaking to Zhang Min with a bent waist.
Zhang Min glanced at Zhao Rong on the bed and said, "Oh, I'm on the night shift today. The doctor on duty just mentioned that your wife still has one more medication to take, which I brought for you. Now that she has finished eating, she should take the medicine."
Ye Zhiyong, puzzled, asked, "But Doctor Zhou said during the day that my wife no longer had any oral medications to take, could there be a mistake?"
Zhang Min forced a stiff smile and said, "How could that be? This medication was added at the last minute, for caution since Doctor Zhou said you are preparing for discharge the day after tomorrow."
Ye Zhiyong took the medicine from her hand and obediently nodded his head.
They would always listen to a nurse's words.
