章 552: Late

Zhang Anmin stood at the stairway with a cigarette between his lips. He stared blankly into the air, and he was so tired that he did not feel like saying anything.

Even though things were indeed easier for first assistants compared to chief surgeons, Zhang Anmin had been working all day. Besides, the two cholecystectomies he just participated in took forever. He was no longer young, and the day's work was really putting a strain on his knees and back. 

When he thought about how he would be participating in another surgery later, how the following day would be just as tiring as today, and how he might have to take a three-hour trip to Bazhaixing hospital branch the day after tomorrow, Zhang Anmin felt that he might be in despair. 

*Creak.*

Someone opened the door to the stairway.

Zhang Anmin did not even bother to turn his head around. He quietly exhaled another puff of smoke.