"Eighty to ninety percent? Go to the dissection room now, and show me. Let's see how you perform eighty to ninety percent," Teacher Tan's eyes, beneath his brows, jabbed her face as if trying to puncture the mask of calm she was wearing.
He couldn't understand why this student wasn't scared at all.
With that thought, Teacher Tan's eyebrows drew together tightly, his gaze as deep as if it had plummeted into an abyss, "Let's go."
At his command, Xie Wanying watched the teacher walk out the door, then quickly followed behind.
They were supposedly heading to the hospital's surgical specimen room. Once inside, the pungent smell of formalin hit her nostrils, enough to make anyone sick, no matter where they were.
Looking up, she saw Teacher Tan pulling on gloves.
