My buddy went on a blind date and met a head nurse from a top-tier hospital.

She looks average, but has an aura of two meters eighty.
The first thing she said after sitting down: "Does your company provide the five social insurances and one housing fund?"
My buddy was stunned for a moment and said yes.
She pouted: "Our hospital has been contributing to supplementary housing funds for contract staff this year. How much is your monthly housing fund?"
He said over two thousand.
She smiled: "Mine is eight thousand."
Then she started talking: "The director always favors her three points. Last time, a patient caused a scene, and she just made a call, and security arrived. The director even praised her for having 'courage'."
My buddy listened for an hour and finally asked, "Is the director afraid of you because you have his medical records?"
Her face darkened.
She left before finishing her meal.
Later, my buddy told me: she doesn’t know that the director is lenient with her because he’s afraid she might give the wrong injection to a patient.
It’s not that she’s outstanding, but that position is.
He’s dated six nurses, all of whom broke down.
They’ve never faced setbacks in society, from nursing school to the hospital, and think that white coats are armor.
Later, I heard that the head nurse was reported for having a bad attitude toward patients.
She wrote on her social circle: "This world doesn’t deserve my professionalism."
My buddy took a screenshot and posted it in our group with the caption: "Her expertise is in injections, not in hurting feelings."
When do you think she’ll realize that what others are afraid of isn’t her, but that needle in her hand?