As Tan Wenbin stepped into the operating room, he was met with a startling sight: Fan Shulin was sprawled on the ground, his legs kicking as he scooted toward the doorway.
"Brother Fan, how did you end up on the floor? Let me help you up," Tan Wenbin said, rushing over to assist.
Fan Shulin turned to Tan Wenbin, pointing at the semi-nude Runsheng beside him.
"You call that a needle?"
"There's no strict rule on how long or thick a needle should be, is there?"
"Is this what you’d call being buried? Count them and see how many there are already!" Fan Shulin exclaimed.
“What are you talking about? Who counts the grains of rice in their bowl when they eat?”
"I can't do this. I really can't."
Fan Shulin attempted to get up and leave.
Tan Wenbin quickly wrapped his arms around him.
"Brother Fan, the honorary banner! The honorary banner!"
"I don't want it anymore!"
"Brother Fan, please help me. The heart of a healer, the heart of a healer," Tan Wenbin pleaded.
"My heart has been eaten by a dog!" Fan Shulin retorted.
"Yes, yes, it has been eaten by me! I’ll spit it out right now and return it to you."
"You..."
"Just look, my friend was saved by you last time; his life is in your hands. Could you bear to throw away a life you’ve saved?"
"I..."