"Shen Qingyi!" Zhou Han's voice exploded from behind, like a basin of ice water being poured from head to toe. I almost lost my grip on the medical record folder in my hand. When I turned around, he was already standing in front of me, the hem of his white coat swinging loudly.
"The third medical record was written incorrectly. The patient's main complaint was clearly abdominal pain. Why did you write 'chest tightness and shortness of breath'?" He threw the medical record I had just handed in into my arms, and the papers scattered on the floor. "It has been three months of internship, and you can't even understand a medical history? Are you here to hang out in the hospital?"
Several nurses around me lowered their heads, and some glanced at me secretly, unable to hide the pity in their eyes.
