Teacher Cao spoke like an immortal with divine foresight, predicting that the first thought that popped into their minds would be: seeing the handsome teacher.
That's not right, not at all.
They collectively brushed off their wandering thoughts and restarted their medical processes, focusing all their attention on the patient's X-ray.
Perhaps irritated by these distracted students, Teacher Cao Zhao, with the hand not holding a stethoscope, slipped his hand into his white coat, displaying a stern demeanor, scanning the students' faces to spot who might be the unfortunate one.
The sound of gulping filled the air, like streams merging into the sea, spreading from whispers to the whole crowd.
Teacher Cao, the devil, was originally thought to use his charming looks to pacify the students, but now it seemed more than that. The horrifying pressure from his dark eyes could make one suffocate. Zhao Zhaowei and others felt cold sweat forming again.
