Chapter 43 The first play

Chen Ling's eyes scanned the first few lines. As the pages turned, he saw many familiar scenes and sentences, as if everything he had experienced in the past few days had been compiled into a play and recorded on it.

["It's you." Behind the wooden table, a man in a white coat turned slightly sideways, "Come to get medicine for your brother again? Didn't he transfer to the hospital in the second district?\