The afternoon surgery was quite challenging. Behind the curtain in Luo Qiao's office was a rocking chair, where she would take a short nap during midday.
When the time came, Luo Qiao didn't need anyone to call her. She would promptly pack up and head to the operating room. She had a strong sense of punctuality.
The afternoon surgery took less than four hours. Although this wasn't very long, the procedure certainly tested one's endurance. The moment she relaxed after the high tension, she felt exhausted.
Back in the office, just as she took a rest and drank a glass of water, Lu Yichen called: "Hey, wifey, Dad called and said we should go back home for dinner tonight."
Luo Qiao casually responded, "He called you, but why didn't he call me?"
Lu Yichen chuckled on the other end of the line: "Your phone wasn't reachable, huh? Had another surgery this afternoon?"
Luo Qiao tapped her forehead, realizing she was so tired she'd gotten scatterbrained.
