A few young colleagues came over to greet him.
"Go ahead, be careful on the road."
He waved his hand, letting them go.
In a daze.
It seemed like someone was calling him, or some strength was trying to communicate with him.
But he was too tired.
He just wanted to rest for a while.
The blond-haired man leaned back in the chair, resting for half an hour.
Just as he was about to doze off, the phone rang.
"Hello, just deliver to——"
The blond man's voice paused.
The floor where the surgery was done had completely darkened.
Everyone else had left.
The on-duty doctor was resting in a small room.
He sat alone beside the dark operating table, not having left yet.
An inexplicable fear welled up.
Strange.
How could I, a doctor who performs surgery every day, feel fear?
The blond man spoke into the phone:
"Deliver to the first floor of the surgical building, I'll come down to get it."
The call ended.
