In a corner of the first-floor lobby of the Plastic Surgery Center, seven or eight pretty nurses stood neatly in a row.
Dong Xue, from the Administration and Human Resources office, made the introduction. "Mr. Yan, these are the nurses at our center who are currently available for reassignment."
"Who among them do you think would be the most suitable assistant for you?"
Yan Feifan looked over the women before him.
He had to admit, the nurses working at the Plastic Surgery Center were of high quality. From slender to curvaceous, every one of them was very pleasing to the eye.
Except for one of them.
Ye Lin, standing at the very end, wasn't bad-looking; her features were about on the same level as the others.
In fact, she might even have been a cut above.
But Ye Lin's height, a meter fifty-five at most, was a major drawback.
The other women were at least ten centimeters taller than her.
