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... When Huo Mian entered the room, she saw Xu Yan, the head nurse, talking on the phone.

At the sight of Huo Mian, the head nurse quickly finished her conversation and hung up the phone.

She nodded at Huo Mian and said, “Take a seat.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Xu Yan, the head nurse, was famous in the OB/GYN Department for being a stone-cold workaholic.

She had made many interns cry.

Weaker-hearted interns had either quit or transferred to another department.

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