I had just returned from studying abroad and finished a difficult organ transplant when I stepped out of the operating room. Jiang Yingxue, the intern brought in by my husband, blocked the hallway and stopped me with a smug look. Loud enough for everyone to hear, she ordered, “Who gave you permission to use Operating Room 3? You’re suspended, effective immediately!” I froze for a moment, then smiled. “Oh? Who gave you that authority?” She sneered, tore the duty roster off the nurses’ station right in front of me, and tossed out, “The hospital director did.” I nodded, took out my phone, and sent a message: “I’m sorry, but my surgical privileges have been revoked. I’m afraid I can no longer perform your wife’s tumor surgery.”
