"Lu Wenbin, where have you been?" The nurse screamed into the phone. She sounded frantic. Furious, even.
Lu Wenbin had set the phone on loudspeaker. He sounded calm and almost triumphant. He chuckled and said, "I'm in the operating theater, I'm almost finished."
"Just almost?" The nurse slammed the receiver down almost immediately. She turned round a corner, opened the door to Operating Theater 2, and barked, "Lu Wenbin, Doctor Ling is about to get started on the next surgery. What's going on here?"
"What, they haven't even started?" Lu Wenbin's euphoria was quickly fading, for he did not like her tone.
The young nurse huffed. "What do you mean they haven't started? The surgery on the patient in Operating Theater 3 is already done, and Doctor Ling is already in Operating Theater 1."
Lu Wenbin almost fell to his knees in amazement.