Chapter 347 Everything Confiscated

• Night fell. Another day was slipping away. In the ward, Shen Juan stood in her white coat, hands on her hips, and barked at Lewis Snow, “Lewis Snow, you ignored my orders again, didn’t you?”
• Honestly, you couldn’t blame her for blowing up. Lewis brought this on himself. A few days ago, because of special circumstances, Lewis ate meat, drank, and smoked—fine, whatever. But these last days, he’d gotten more and more out of line.
• Every corner of the ward hid cigarettes and liquor, so the whole room reeked like a smoky bar. He treated his attending doctor like she didn’t exist. How could she not be pissed?