It was Zhang Shuping himself pacing in the corridor outside the operating room. Spotting Song Xueling sprinting by and sensing something was wrong, he rushed over.
"Let him wait outside. Close the door. Don't let this affect the procedure," Gao Zhaocheng ordered the nurse.
The nurse rushed over and, without a second thought, pushed the young man lingering at the doorway out and shut the operating room door.
Zhang Shuping, now blocked outside, froze in disbelief. He couldn't understand how someone who usually treated him so well had suddenly become so cold and ruthless. Regaining his composure, Zhang Shuping anxiously called out, "Uncle!"
Uncle? What's with the 'Uncle'? Isn't he supposed to be a medical student by now? Zhang Huayao's gray eyes flickered coldly, already planning to give his nephew a lesson later.
"Hand it to me." Two concise words issued as an instruction to the nurse, as Zhang Huayao extended his gloved palm.
