The nurses, including Son Wan-gyu, were still unaware of it.
Kim Do-yoon, unable to bear it, opened his mouth.
“Sir, you better hurry up a little.”
“Why? Do you have an appointment?”
“no. It’s not… … .”
Son Wan-gyu glanced at Kim Do-yoon.
At first, I didn’t know when he was observing the operation, but as we entered the operating room together a few times, I got the feeling that Kim Do-yoon knew all about the procedure.
Not corroborating, but I’ve seen several times that the surgeon already had an eye on the surgical instrument that he needed for the next procedure.
In order to check his skills once more, Son Wan-gyu gave Hyun-joon the position of an operating surgeon.
“From here on, would you like to try sutures, Mr. Kim?”
“I am?”
“You seem to be working hard on suture practice
