"This is unclear. It depends on the patient's resuscitation status," the nurse gently replied.
"I understand."
"Then may I ask who you are? Do you need me to inform Director Ji..." Before the nurse could finish her sentence, the busy tone came through the phone.
Yan Huan had hung up the phone.
"How is it?" Tan Xiaomei looked at Yan Huan's very displeased expression and knew she was still harboring a lot of anger. "What time does Doctor Ji get off the operating table?"
"I don't know." Yan Huan closed her notebook and began sulking. "I said my eyelid kept twitching since early morning today, and I thought something might happen. Turns out it's such a troublesome matter."
"Yan, don't be upset. Maybe it's a misunderstanding," Tan Xiaomei quickly tried to comfort her upon seeing Yan Huan's bad mood. "Perhaps I was mistaken."
