The next morning, Yan Feifan arrived at the Affiliated Hospital and saw Xv Fang waiting for him in the parking lot of the Little Red House.
"Mr. Yan, thank you for taking me on as your assistant. I'll…"
"Don't thank me."
Yan Feifan cut him off bluntly. "You should be thanking Mr. Miao."
"And I need to tell you this upfront: if you don't perform well enough, or even if you try your hardest but still can't meet my standards…"
"You can go right back where you came from."
As Yan Feifan said this, only one word came to mind.
'Satisfying!'
He'd thought he would have to wait several years before he was in a position to say something like that to someone.
He never expected to achieve it so soon.
"Yes, Mr. Yan. I'll do my best not to disappoint you!" Xv Fang replied, looking like a well-behaved student.
Yan Feifan nodded, satisfied.
He noticed Xv Fang reach up to adjust his glasses again and couldn't help but say, "About those glasses… in the operating room…"
