In the corridor, Yan Sinian was stopped by several interns.
"Dr. Xiaoyan, I would like to ask you about..."
Likened to a pine or a cypress, Yan Sinian stood straight as an arrow.
Even with no expression on his face, the words he uttered inexplicably entrusted people with trust and comfort.
People's Hospital already had the highly skilled physician Yan Qiying, and his son was no less competent, also known as Dr. Xiaoyan.
He was still very young and according to seniority, should still be following his mentor and observing.
Yet he had already taken the lead in many highly complex surgeries.
Even in a surgery that even Yan Qiying shook his head at, thinking there was little hope, Dr. Xiaoyan managed to snatch the patient back from the clutches of the Death God.
No, Dr. Xiaoyan did not like the term Death God; it should be from the hands of King Yama.
Regardless.
