What? What did you say? Who are you trying to fool? Are you trying to fool the leadership? I'm your leader, if I can't tell what you're doing, how can I lead you?
Director Fang didn't need to say much; several sharp glances struck Doctor Zhou's face, like electric drills trying to drill into Doctor Zhou's mind. Beads of cold sweat formed on Doctor Zhou's forehead.
"Doctor Zhou." Director Fang knocked on the clipboard again, like a mother urging her child to repent and change.
Doctor Zhou turned and got back to work, drawing medication to give the patient additional anesthesia.
As the medication entered the catheter, the patient's groans gradually ceased.
All the surgeons breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to continue the operation.
Only Doctor Zhou couldn't relax, instead, more sweat poured down his forehead, like a torrential rain.
This outcome just confirmed the terrible mistake he had just made.
