“Cut here?”Her best friend gestured, the knife in her hand never falling.
“You killed the chicken and fish just now. You seem to be a good hand,”the head nurse teased from the side. To be more precise, it was basically a joke, with a hint of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
At about the same age, she did not have the courage of her best friend to pursue a better life.
Of course, her best friend’s courage was not that great right now.
Her best friend, who was dressed in Amash, furrowed her brows tightly, so much so that the mystery of aquamarine on her face was in vain. She said snappily, “You’re still making sarcastic remarks. can cutting like this be the same as killing a chicken? Also, I don’t know if this kitchen knife is clean or not. Isn’t your scalpel especially sharp? Why Don’t you give me a scalpel...”