The moment I stepped out of the operating room, a group of people rushed up to me like rabid dogs, cornering me at the locker room entrance. A sharp, ringing slap sent my glasses flying, and my vision blurred in an instant.Clutching my stinging cheek, I barely had time to steady myself before someone grabbed me by the collar with a death grip. "You heartless quack!" The leader of the agitators, Benjamin Wilson, glared at me as if he wanted to tear me apart. His spit sprayed across my face as he shouted, "My son had a simple hernia surgery yesterday, and you cut his sperm duct? Are you trying to end our family line?"Curious patients and their family members gathered around us, pointing and whispering about me. I mentally reviewed yesterday's surgery; there hadn't been a single mistake throughout the entire procedure. Suppressing the anger in my chest, I explained solemnly, "It was a routine hernia repair, and it would never, under any circumstances, involve the sperm duct. The
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