Yeu Quan balled up his discarded surgical gown, gloves, and mask, and hurled them into the disposal bin at the entrance of the surgical area as if to vent his frustration.
He felt humiliated, and at the same time, a deep dissatisfaction with Chen Yu grew in his heart.
Yeu Quan understood that his momentary hesitation had caused his teacher to change her mind.
But his hesitation was simply a sign of maturity and caution.
Yan Feifan's confident assurances, on the other hand, were just empty boasts.
Having followed his teacher for several years, Yeu Quan refused to believe that she didn't have a clear understanding of his skill level.
And yet, just because of his brief hesitation, she had chosen that so-called genius who was still wet behind the ears.
'Wasn't she afraid that kid would botch the surgery?'
'In the end, it's her reputation that would suffer the most damage!'
'Even if that kid gets lucky and succeeds...'
