The young nurse's actions left Yan Feifan dumbfounded.
For years, he had either been studying at school or working in a hospital. His life experience was relatively limited. He'd never encountered anything like this before.
When Yan Feifan saw the young nurse forcefully yank out another lock of her hair, the roots still attached to a small, bloody piece of scalp, his own scalp tingled. He was horrified.
He ducked behind a bunk bed and shouted, "What are you doing? If you need something or have a request, just say it!"
"There's no need for this, really."
The young nurse's eyes were already brimming with tears. It was hard to tell if it was from the pain or just part of her performance.
She spoke through sobs, "If I don't do this, how could I get you to agree, Dr. Yan?"
"How do you know I won't agree if you don't even try? I'm a very approachable person. Please, don't do anything foolish!"
