The Return of the Chaos Bringer
The Grand Opening of the Bubble Tea Café
The hospital had faced a week of crisis.
Doctors were retraining.
Surgeons were reviewing their own failures.
The entire surgical department was walking on eggshells.
And today?
Today was supposed to be a good day.
Because today was the official opening of the hospital's brand-new bubble tea café.
A direct result of Su Yan's successful manipulation of hospital politics.
And just as the staff were lining up, excited to try their first cup of bubble tea on hospital grounds—
The doors to the hospital swung open.
And Su Yan walked in.
Every Eye Turned
It was like someone had pressed pause on the entire hospital.
Doctors, nurses, interns—everyone—froze the moment they saw her.
Because it wasn't just that she was back.
It was that she was back, holding a bubble tea.
Like she had orchestrated all of this from the start.
And maybe she had.
The Nurses React First
Nurse Lisa (Receptionist): "…She came."
Nurse Amy (ER): "…With bubble tea."
Nurse Megan (Surgical): "Did she just casually walk in like she didn't traumatize the entire surgical department last week?"
Nurse Julia (OR Scrub Nurse): "She's sipping it so smugly. Look at her."
Nurse Lisa: "She's the reason this café exists."
Nurse Amy: "And now she's our first unofficial VIP customer."
The Interns Are Having a Crisis
In the break room, the interns (Jason, Sarah, and David) had just received their own bubble tea when they saw her.
Jason: "She's here."
Sarah: "The Queen of Chaos has returned."
David: "Do we bow? Do we run?"
Jason: "Shut up, David."
Sarah: "She looks… way too pleased."
They watched as Su Yan casually strolled past, sipping her drink, ignoring the stares, and heading straight towards the surgical department.
And in that moment?
Every surgeon who had been forced to write a self-criticism report felt a cold chill down their spine.
Dr. Wallace and Dr. Evans' Reactions
Meanwhile, in the doctors' lounge,
Dr. Wallace was midway through his coffee when he saw her enter.
He set his cup down very, very carefully.
Dr. Wallace: "…Act natural."
Dr. Evans, sitting across from him, stiffened. "She's going to say something, isn't she?"
They both watched as Su Yan walked right past them—didn't even LOOK at them—just kept sipping her drink like she owned the place.
Dr. Wallace: "…Why does that feel worse than if she yelled at us?"
Dr. Evans: "Because it is."
Dr. Monroe and Dr. Caldwell Watching from a Distance
Dr. Monroe, standing near the administrative offices, nudged Dr. Caldwell.
Dr. Monroe: "She's back."
Dr. Caldwell exhaled. "I noticed."
They watched as Su Yan casually made her way to the surgical department, the embodiment of pure confidence, sipping her bubble tea like a queen surveying her kingdom.
Dr. Monroe smirked. "I give it five minutes before someone begs her to help with something."
Dr. Caldwell sighed. "Three minutes."
They both watched the clock.
And sure enough—at exactly two minutes and thirty-five seconds—
A panicked junior surgeon sprinted towards Su Yan.
And just like that, her break was over.
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The junior surgeon nearly tripped over himself as he sprinted toward Su Yan, eyes wild with desperation.
She barely had time to take another sip of her bubble tea before he reached her, panting.
"Dr. Su! Emergency in OR Three!"
Su Yan blinked.
Then she turned slightly, glancing over at Lin Kai, who had just exited the staff room—also holding a bubble tea.
Their eyes met.
Su Yan: "Your turn?"
Lin Kai: "You're the consultant."
Su Yan: "You're the actual surgeon."
Lin Kai: "I'm on break."
Su Yan took a very slow sip.
Then sighed.
"Alright, fine. What did your idiots do this time?"
Inside OR Three – A Surgical Mess
By the time she walked into the operating theatre, the tension was palpable.
A team of mid-level surgeons was gathered around the patient, clearly struggling.
Dr. Patel was there, along with two younger vascular surgeons.
And from the amount of cursing in the room, something had gone terribly wrong.
Dr. Patel turned, saw her, and nearly collapsed in relief.
"Su! Thank God!"
Su Yan tilted her head. "Wow. You don't even pretend to be competent anymore, huh?"
Dr. Patel ignored that. "We were in the middle of a routine arterial bypass (動脈繞道手術), but—"
He gestured to the patient's leg, where a disturbingly large amount of blood was pooling.
"—we tore the femoral artery mid-procedure."
Su Yan blinked.
Then took another sip of bubble tea.
"…Are you serious?"
Dr. Patel: "Unfortunately, yes."
Dr. Lee (Junior Vascular Surgeon): "We tried suturing, but—"
Su Yan sighed deeply. "And Lin can't help because…?"
Dr. Patel: "He's the patient's primary surgeon on another case. He's mid-procedure in OR Two."
Su Yan rubbed her temples.
"Let me get this straight. You idiots tried to patch an artery, failed, and now you're leaking like a broken faucet?"
Dr. Patel: "Basically."
She stared at him.
"How are you a specialist?"
Dr. Patel looked absolutely done. "Look, do you want to yell at me, or do you want to fix it?"
Su Yan thought about it.
Then—dramatically handed her bubble tea to the scrub nurse.
"Hold this."
The scrub nurse held it reverently, as if entrusted with the Holy Grail.
And just like that—Su Yan took over.
Fixing the Unfixable (Again)
The moment she picked up the vascular clamp, the atmosphere changed.
Gone was the lazy consultant, the woman who treated surgery like entertainment.
In her place?
A surgeon faster, sharper, and deadlier than any of them.
She moved with frightening precision.
Her hands worked too fast, too cleanly—as if she could see the problem before it even happened.
Dr. Patel tried to keep up. He couldn't.
The younger surgeons just stepped back.
In under three minutes, she had:
Fully controlled the hemorrhage.
Repositioned the arterial clamp perfectly.
Repaired the femoral artery without disrupting circulation.
By the time she was placing the last stitch, Patel exhaled shakily.
"…I hate you."
Su Yan grinned. "Because I'm better than you?"
"Yes."
She took back her bubble tea from the nurse, sipping it like she hadn't just fixed their disaster in record time.
Then she patted Patel's shoulder.
"Don't worry. Maybe one day, you'll be competent."
And just like that, she walked out.
Bubble tea in hand.
Surgical department in shambles.