On the way to the Neurosurgery inpatient building, Yan Feifan started making small talk with the man in glasses.
"Xv Fang, are you Mr. Miao's new student or assistant?"
Xv Fang, the man in glasses, fell silent for a moment. With a complicated expression, he said, "Actually, I'm a surgeon too."
"I used to work at Union Medical College Hospital, but I was fired for making a mistake."
"My family arranged for me to come here, to Mr. Miao, to get myself back on track."
Yan Feifan let out a soft "oh" and didn't pry any further.
'The mistake must have been a serious one to get him fired.' Yan Feifan decided against prying and rubbing salt in the wound.
The two walked on in silence until they reached the sterile ward of the neurosurgery department.
Yan Feifan was just there to go through the motions and kill time.
