Cardiothoracic Surgery (4)

‘But we only just called him—when the hell did this professor get here...?’

I felt a chill run down my spine and stole a glance at Professor Jo's back.

It hadn't even been five minutes since Jung Jae-sang hung up the phone.

Unless he'd teleported, he must have come early, waited nearby before rounds, and run over the moment he got the call.

What impeccable timing.

“Ah, Chief!”

The moment Jung Jae-sang spotted Professor Jo, he shot out from behind me.

He was like a herbivore instinctively bolting the instant it saw a tiger.

“Earlier...?”

“What is it? Explain.”...