"What's wrong?"
Upon hearing this, Benjamin Myers' expression stiffened, and a moment of tension flashed through his usually composed eyes.
Hope Williams pursed her lips, lowered her gaze to arrange the medical records in her hands, and sighed.
"Haven't you felt the rage value of thousands of girls going off the charts, just shy of coming over and stabbing me for venting?"
Hope Williams joked, making a throat-slitting gesture, to which Benjamin Myers could only smile helplessly, "Don't overthink it, I would protect you even then."
"..." Hope Williams blinked, not knowing how to respond.
"Doctor Myers, there will be a postoperative consultation later, the chief asked you to come over and give some advice."
"Alright, I'll be right there," Benjamin nodded.
"Go ahead, don't keep the patients waiting."
"Make sure you apply the medication," Benjamin Myers reminded.