Yang Yin furrowed her brow, puzzled.
She quickly turned back to look at the platform ahead.
There soon, lecturers would ascend to impart knowledge to the top students in the medical field.
Yet her heart couldn't settle down.
She felt as if her back was being scorched, the burning sensation made her restless.
Still, she couldn't help but think, her words just now were truly hurtful.
Perhaps, she should go and apologize to him.
His poverty isn't his fault, how can she use it as an excuse to hurt him over and over again?
She sighed, it was impatience on her part just now.
Those around her were excitedly discussing Dr. Ye.
"I heard he's the youngest doctoral advisor! And his technique is the best in the field!"
"Yes, yes, I've seen Dr. Ye's surgery videos and even studied each of his incisions closely; his technique is especially stable! When performing surgery, it's as if he's sculpting; it feels like the patients under his hand aren't even human…"
