Abigail Green looked at her senior who she hadn't seen for many days. He had become much thinner, and she felt a pang of sadness.
They used to be the most in-tune pair of senior and junior, the best partners in the operating room, and each other's most trusted comrades. Now, they were separated by a chasm of time.
He asked her, "Were you the one who closed the chest of the second young master?" She couldn't answer for a moment.
"I..."
"Yes, it was her," Brandon Piers answered for her when he saw Abigail hesitate. He added, "She's a student from Swallow City Medical University, very capable."
Jeffrey Foster nodded. He remembered her. Last time, Brandon had asked him to get her a spot in a medical competition. Even he hadn't expected this plump girl to be so incredibly talented.
Especially the sutures, so exquisite that at first glance he thought they were done by his junior.
But on closer inspection, there were some differences.
