Wei Zhu's grip made Xu Yue's wrist ache terribly. If she were really just a little intern nurse, she probably wouldn't have dared to make a sound.
But she wasn't just any little nurse. She had connections. Her grandfather was a renowned Divine Doctor in the world of traditional Chinese medicine.
Now, at the advanced age of nearly seventy, he was still stationed with the army on the frontier. Her grandfather held a military post.
Her eldest uncle also held the position of vice director at this very hospital. Coming from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, she had resisted studying medicine since she was a child.
How could she have known that one day she would meet a surgical professor who would make her heart flutter?
"Senior, please let go of my hand." Xu Yue's tone was cold, as if she were shooing away a fly.
"I'm a sixth-year medical student. Can't I even ask a little nurse a few questions?"
Wei Zhu looked pitiful, her eyes red and tears about to fall.
