CLANG! CLANG!
"That noise... Are you sure Linyuan Fish is actually performing surgery? It sounds more like a blacksmith at work."
Hand of God wiped the sweat from his forehead, his expression a little grim.
This morning, the three of them reported for duty smoothly. Not long after, a patient arrived. Wang Linchi started by making things difficult, demanding various examination reports. Surprisingly, it actually intimidated the patient, who scrambled around until afternoon to gather all the necessary documents. Then Wang Linchi simply announced he was preparing for surgery. The other two had expected him to say something like, "Go home and wait for news," or "We'll give you an answer within seven days." If he had dared to say that, however, this particular patient would have instantly activated the killing rule.
