Gu Baisheng looked up at Song Shuang's face in the darkness.
But she couldn't see his expression.
Song Shuang seemed to know that she was looking at him.
He kissed her forehead and sighed, "Go to sleep. It's late."
Gu Baisheng closed her eyes.
It was late.
There were many things to do tomorrow.
...
The next day, it became an issue of most concern in Beicheng that the Second Hospital allowed an intern to be the operating surgeon.
Everyone was talking about it.
Qu Xiaobo went to buy breakfast in the morning.
As soon as she went out, she heard vendors talking with each other when cooking in the street.
"Have you heard about it? It seems that an intern can be the operating surgeon and perform surgery now."
"Which unscrupulous hospital dared to do so?"
"It's the famous Beicheng Se
