Nurse Betty and Dr.smith part 33(BTS concert)

The sterile scent of antiseptic usually clung to Dr. Samuel Smith, renowned surgeon at Maplewood Hospital. Tonight, however, it was subtly competing with the lingering aroma of popcorn and something distinctly… K-Pop. He found himself, somewhat unexpectedly, in a sea of purple-haired fans, the rhythmic beat of a Korean pop song echoing in his ears.

Nurse Betty, his ever-efficient and surprisingly enthusiastic colleague, had dragged him there. "Doctor," she'd insisted, “It's BTS! You haven't lived until you've experienced the Army's energy!”

Sam, a man of precision and routine, preferred the predictable rhythm of the operating room to the unpredictable chaos of a stadium concert. Yet, there he was, clutching a glow stick, inexplicably caught up in the vibrant energy of the BTS concert.

Betty, meanwhile, was utterly in her element, singing along to every lyric, waving her ARMY bomb with fervent enthusiasm. Sam, initially bewildered, found himself gradually drawn into the electrifying atmosphere. The precision and synchronization of the dance moves, the sheer energy of the performance, and the powerful message of unity and self-love resonated with him in an unexpected way. He found a strange parallel between the intricate choreography of the concert and the precise movements required during a complex surgery.

During a quiet moment between songs, Betty leaned over. "See, Doctor?" she said with a grin. “Even surgeons need a little… explosive energy sometimes!”

Sam, still slightly bewildered but undeniably energized, chuckled. He couldn't deny the therapeutic effect. The controlled chaos of the concert, the vibrant energy of the crowd, and the sheer artistry of the performance provided an unexpected release from the usual pressures of the operating room. It was a surprising and welcome contrast, a break from routine, and a reminder that even the most disciplined surgeon could appreciate the power of something totally unexpected and completely outside of his normal world. He’d never admit it publicly, of course. But the experience, unexpectedly, had been surprisingly therapeutic. He even found himself tapping his foot to the music on the way back to the hospital, much to Betty’s amusement. The controlled chaos of the operating room had met its match, in the most unlikely of places.