Inside the Operating Theatre
For once, I wasn't the lead surgeon.
And that was fine.
Because the other doctors in this hospital weren't incompetent—far from it. Dr. Wallace (Cardiothoracic Consultant) and Dr. Patel (Senior Neurologist) were both experienced, highly capable professionals.
The case was delicate, but doable.
A vascular graft was needed to repair the damaged portion of the abdominal aorta. The surgical field was tricky—too much hesitation, and the patient could go into shock; too much force, and the vessel could tear.
I was assisting, along with Dr. Evans (General Surgeon).
And everything was going fine.
Except—
"Mm, mm. Nope. That suture's off."
—Su Yan was here.
The Observation Room
Above the OR, in the glass-panelled observation room, Su Yan was sitting comfortably in one of the chairs.
A bag of honey butter chips sat on her lap.
Her phone was in one hand, flicking through social media, while her eyes lazily drifted between the screen and the ongoing surgery below.
And every time she glanced at the operation, she had something to say.
"Dr. Patel, that angle's inefficient."
Inside the OR, Patel visibly stiffened. "…Excuse me?"
"Your clamp needs to shift left by two millimetres."
Wallace, adjusting the graft, muttered, "She's doing it again."
Evans sighed. "She never stopped."
I, meanwhile, was trying very hard not to smirk.
Surgery Progress: Su Yan's "Help"
Patel, though clearly irritated, adjusted the clamp exactly as she said.
And, of course—
The bleeding reduced instantly.
Silence.
Patel exhaled. "...Lucky guess."
From the observation deck, Su Yan giggled. "Aww, you're cute when you're in denial."
Evans choked on his words.
Wallace groaned. "Can we get through one operation without her treating us like interns?"
Su Yan, now sipping a strawberry smoothie, gave him a cheerful wave. "Nope!"
At that moment, Patel was threading the vascular sutures when she interrupted again.
"Your stitching rhythm is inconsistent."
Patel twitched. "…It's fine."
"No, it's ugly."
Evans muttered under his breath, "I'm gonna need therapy after this."
The Final Stretch
Despite the interruptions, the surgery was progressing steadily.
Wallace, ever the professional, focused on securing the graft.
Patel, still somewhat annoyed, kept working—but this time, his hands were moving slightly faster.
Because whether they admitted it or not—
Su Yan was always right.
And even if she was ridiculously annoying, they couldn't ignore her.
Post-Surgery: The Aftermath
After the last suture was placed, Wallace finally sighed, stepping back.
"Patient's stable."
Patel exhaled. "Surgery successful."
Evans, stripping off his gloves, muttered, "And we survived."
The moment was almost peaceful.
Until—
"Took you long enough."
Everyone looked up.
Through the glass of the observation deck, Su Yan was giving them a thumbs-up… with absolutely no sincerity.
"Not bad, but you could've been fifteen minutes faster."
Patel turned to me. "…How do you live with this?"
I just chuckled. "You get used to it."
Wallace rubbed his temples. "I don't think I want to."
Outside the OR: The Hospital Reacts
Fifteen minutes later.
As the surgical team debriefed in the doctors' lounge, the discussion was inevitable.
Dr. Rhodes (Junior Surgeon), who had been observing, was still staring into the distance. "…I don't know whether to be impressed or depressed."
Dr. Monroe (Director of Medicine) walked in, having reviewed the surgery log.
She sighed. "So let me summarize—Dr. Lin's girlfriend walks into our hospital, diagnoses a hidden aneurysm just by looking at the patient, eats snacks while backseat-operating our senior staff, and then tells them they were too slow?"
Evans nodded tiredly. "Yeah. That about covers it."
Monroe exhaled. "I hate how normal this is becoming."
Patel just groaned, slumping in his chair. "I swear, if she starts grading our surgeries…"
Wallace smirked. "Oh, she already is."
At that moment, a text notification pinged.
Evans checked his phone.
And then, with deep, existential despair, he read it out loud.
Su Yan: Good effort today, everyone! ★★★☆☆ (3/5 stars) – Needs improvement. Work harder! ❤️
Silence.
Patel buried his face in his hands. "I need a drink."
Wallace burst out laughing. "Oh, I love her."
And somewhere outside the hospital, Su Yan, now happily eating cake, grinned like she had won the lottery.
Because she had way too much fun bullying doctors.
The Nurses' Station: Gossip Central
If there was one place in the hospital where information traveled at the speed of light, it was the nurses' station.
And right now?
The only topic of conversation was Su Yan.
The Reactions
Nurse Amy was the first to speak, still staring at her phone in absolute horror.
"…She gave them three stars."
Nurse Lisa, the receptionist who had witnessed the chaotic patient diagnosis in the lobby, groaned. "I still don't know how she did that. She just walked in and knew."
"And then ate chips while criticizing the surgery." Nurse Megan added.
"And she was right," Amy muttered.
A heavy silence fell over the station.
Then, Nurse Julia, one of the more senior nurses, folded her arms.
"Okay, but let's address the real question here."
The others turned to her.
She took a deep breath.
"…Who the hell is she?"
Lisa groaned. "We've been asking that for days."
Amy, still looking somewhat heartbroken, sighed dramatically. "I know who she is."
Everyone turned to her.
She pointed at the ceiling like she was delivering the ultimate revelation.
"She's the woman we all wish we could be."
Silence.
And then—
"…She's not wrong."
Because the truth was, Su Yan was living the absolute dream.
She had a ridiculously skilled, stupidly handsome boyfriend who literally performed miracles in surgery.
She didn't even have a job, yet she somehow knew more about medicine than half the hospital.
And instead of suffering through double shifts and night duty, she slept in, ate snacks, and casually bullied some of the best surgeons in the country.
Lisa dropped her clipboard onto the counter, defeated. "…I hate her."
Megan sighed. "I wanna be her."
Amy groaned. "I wanna date her."
Julia smirked. "Too bad. She already has the world's most terrifyingly competent man wrapped around her finger."
Another silence.
Then Lisa, rubbing her temples, muttered, "…I need coffee."
The Final Verdict
At the end of the day, the nurses came to a collective conclusion.
Dr. Lin was unfairly skilled.
Su Yan was somehow even worse.
The two of them together were completely unstoppable.
And the worst part?
They weren't even trying.
Lisa slumped against the counter. "I feel like my entire life is a mistake."
Amy nodded. "Same."
Megan sighed. "Same."
Julia smirked. "Well, at least we get front-row seats to whatever the hell is going to happen next."
Because one thing was certain—
Dr. Lin and his impossible girlfriend weren't going anywhere.