Seeing Su Tang work quietly without a word, they stopped making their sharp, cutting remarks.
After all, trying to get a rise out of her felt like punching cotton—it wasn't a pleasant feeling.
The appendectomy that afternoon was led by Doctor Meng from surgery, a woman in her forties.
Rumor had it she'd been at the hospital for over a decade, always coveting the position of lead surgeon.
Su Tang had thought she'd be an assistant, but Doctor Meng assigned her to handle some minor issues for the patient.
"Xiao Su is new here. It's best to start with the basics."
Doctor Meng smiled amicably, but her eyes were devoid of any warmth.
She didn't see Su Tang as a real doctor at all.
Su Tang's hand tightened around the razor. She had already performed appendectomies independently at her previous job, yet now she was being made to do the work of an orderly.
But she patiently finished the task, her movements so deft that the nurse handing her the instruments paused in surprise.
