I had just returned from studying abroad and finished a complex organ transplant when I walked out of the operating room. Jiang Tao, the intern my wife supervised, blocked the corridor and arrogantly stopped me. In a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, he ordered, “Who said you could use Operating Room 3? You’re suspended from now on!” I froze for a moment, then smiled. “Oh? Who gave you that authority?” He 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 I nodded, took out my phone, and sent a message: “I’m sorry, my surgical privileges have been revoked. I’m afraid I can’t perform your wife’s tumor surgery.”
