The one in the patient's gown was a bald man; at the moment he entered the room, he first sent out a message and then walked over to the hospital bed.
He turned on the light, waking the elderly lady with a rough shake.
After Mrs. Ye's condition had stabilized, her oxygen mask was removed in the evening.
Startled awake suddenly, she was disoriented until she saw a man with a sinister smile standing at the bedside, which made her start gasping for air, repeatedly calling out the caretaker's name, "Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu!"
"Old thing, what are you shouting for, do you really think with that little voice you can get someone to come?" The bald man sneered coldly, speaking unkindly, "Stop dreaming, your nanny has been sent away. Relax, I'm not going to harm you."
"Who are you?" Mrs. Ye was weak, her voice indeed unable to get loud, "You haven't harmed Xiaoqiu, have you?"
