All cleaned up and ready for surgery, Yan Feifan walked back into one of the trauma surgery operating rooms with Yu Suye at his side.
The moment he stepped into the operating room, Yan Feifan's eyes met those of a burly, pale-faced, middle-aged man on the operating table.
Upon seeing the man, Yan Feifan instinctively shook out his right hand, as if the person before him had just mischievously given it another painful squeeze.
Dr. Gon Yan Nian, vice director and chief physician of the orthopedics department.
Back when Yan Feifan was doing his residency rotation in orthopedics, this guy had told him he was as thin and frail as a girl and obviously didn't have what it took to be an orthopedic surgeon.
Yan Feifan, of course, had bristled at the comment.
So Dr. Gon had shaken his hand, then suddenly squeezed with all his might, making Yan Feifan grimace and yelp in pain.
When the man let go, Yan Feifan was shocked to discover a purple handprint imprinted on his own hand.
