The Director Told Me to Get Out and I Told Him to Kneel Down

I worked as a general resident in the cardiac surgery department for three years. I was scolded by the director, beaten by patients, and robbed of credit by my colleagues. They say: Women's hands are not stable enough to perform cardiac surgery. That night, the director's hands were shaking so hard on the operating table that he couldn't hold the forceps and asked me to get out. I didn't leave. I grabbed the scalpel and stopped the bleeding in five seconds. The next day, the director said that he had performed the surgery. I turn on monitoring. The whole hospital was quiet.