"Sister Wang Jia, you're really busy, huh?" Wang Zhuangyong took selfies everywhere in the Operating Area while he was in his scrubs. When he saw the staff including Wang Jia count the surgical instruments in the sterile storage, he smiled and greeted them.

Wang Jia was dressed in a dark green scrub. She instantly bristled with rage. "Who are you calling 'sister'?"

The young intern, Wang Zhuangyong was stunned for a while. "Weren't you the one who asked me to call you Sister Wang Jia?"

"Did I?" Wang Jia could not be certain of his words.

Wang Zhuangyong answered firmly, "The last time, you said little sister…"

"Is little sister the same as sister? Why don't you just call me miss directly?" Wang Jia turned around angrily. Then, she said irritatedly, "The numbers are all wrong now, and I have to check all over again. Two, four, six, eight… Twelve…"

"Then I'll leave you to your work and go now, Sister Wang Jia…"

Wang Jia turned her head one hundred and eighty degrees to glare at Wa