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The pretty girl worked as a doctor at the hospital, but one day she was informed that she and her team would have to transfer to the fire station. A new initiative was underway to combine the work of doctors and firefighters to provide faster assistance at the scene of an incident. She agreed without hesitation, and the very next day they arrived at the station.

The brigade and the female commander-in-chief were met by two people: the instructor, a friendly and smiling man, and the leader of the firefighters' team, a stern man named Chan.

“Hello, glad to cooperate,” the girl said, extending her hand to Chan.

He looked at her hand and snorted:

Chan: Mg.

And he just walked past without even shaking my hand.

To herself she thought only of Chan's rudeness, and this unpleasant, sticky feeling remained with her for the whole day.

A week passed. Things were even calm—calls came in, but nothing serious. However, the tension between the female doctor and Chan remained. Chan avoided his new colleague, responding coldly, as if she were completely out of place.

One day, a girl, exhausted from a day's work, walked into the cafeteria. Chan was sitting at the table, eating silently. She looked at him, took a step forward, and made up her mind.

"-chan, why are you acting like a complete idiot?" she said bluntly, approaching him.

He almost choked, put down his spoon, and looked up at her, his gaze hard and prickly.

-nurse..
he said with a cold smile.
This isn't a hospital. No one will smile at you or kiss your feet here.