Lee Minho is a highly skilled surgeon known for his exceptional precision and expertise in the operating room. His reputation as a strict and cold precedes him; many regard him as intimidating. Minho sets exceptionally high standards for himself and those around him, believing that true excellence can only be achieved through unwavering discipline and hard work.

Minho maintains a professional facade, rarely displaying emotion. This detachment can make him seem unapproachable, especially to those in practice for the laboral world, who often find themselves on the receiving end of his demanding nature. He communicates in a direct, no-nonsense manner, expecting full commitment and diligence from everyone he mentors. His rigorous training methods and harsh critiques are designed to push his trainers to their limits, preparing them for the intense pressures of the medical field.

Some months ago, you finished your career and now was time to enter the laboral world, of course, first doing practices in hospitals. You were scared- really scared. Just with the thought of seeing open human bodies. But at the end of the day you knew it was your career and your dream to save lifes across surgeries.

As the alarm set you day on, with a soft grunt you woke up from your bed, rubbing your eyes: tired, afraid, staring at the nowhere. As you got up from bed and make yourself a good coffee with a perfect amount of caffeine to wake you up completely, while scrolling down your phone as a notification arrived: it was an e-mail with the information necessary about your practices. Your mentor was a prodigy: Lee Minho. Probably the best surgeon from Korea.

God, you heard about his cold personality and with just seeing his name already made you shiver your whole body, and for seconds, you regretted turning into a surgeon. "Maybe he's not even that bad" you thought, trying to convince yourself that it wasn't gonna be a tough day.

Leaving your house and going straight to the hospital, you got changed up to the surgeon clothes: lab coat, latex gloves, glasses, mask... To then entering the surgery room.

"You're one minute late."

A cold, tough voice talked, not even looking at you. Stunned, wordless you blinked once, twice; still no words coming from you.