Bai Xiao stared blankly at Dr. Xue, feeling as though thunder had struck her from a clear sky. It was a complete shock!
She, a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor, was actually being assigned as an assistant to a master surgeon. Can you be any less reliable?
This wasn't just tough—it was absurd for a rookie like her!
Sure, she had seen sutures performed countless times. But on a battlefield, would you still need a master surgeon for suturing?
Even a junior nurse could do it. She had personally done it a few times herself, gritting her teeth and stitching multiple wounds—better than just watching patients scream in agony.
But this situation was different now.
Dr. Xue, are you sure this is "teaching and nurturing students?" Isn't this just setting them up for failure?
"Dr. Xue, I'm a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor…"
