“Excuse me, may I know why you refused to let me perform the surgery for the patient?" Norah asked, her voice flat.

Norah's voice sounded somewhat familiar to the tattooed fat man, but he didn't dwell on it. His lips curled up in disdain as he said, "Oh, come on! Let me ask you this. How many surgeries have you performed as the chief surgeon? None, am I right? Listen up. My brother is not someone ordinary. If he dies, all of you will land in a big soup."

His words were harsh, his threat evident.