It was past eight-thirty in the evening. Inside the Little Red House at the Affiliated Hospital, the main office of Yan Feifan's medical research lab was still lit. Li Tianlin let out a sigh of relief after finishing his examination of the three-centimeter laceration on the back of Pan Jichuan's right hand.
"Thank god it didn't hit any bones or nerves, or you'd be crying a river right now!" he remarked, counting his blessings. He tore open a debridement kit and began cleaning the wound.
The moment the disinfectant touched the laceration, Pan Jichuan's face twitched in agony. He gritted his teeth. "Those bastards couldn't get their paper published, so they pinned all the blame on our mentor and even started badmouthing him.
"They can insult me all they want, but I absolutely will not let them insult him!
"Even though they outnumbered me and I was all alone, I fearlessly took the initiative to...
"HISS... Li Tianlin, can't you be a little gentler?"
