"Well then, Elder Roscente, get ready to go into the OR." Frederick Cole said.
"Mm." Elder Roscente nodded.
He followed someone to get prepped, and after entering the operating room, he lay there listening to the nurses beside him getting everything ready item by item, and still had the mood to chat: "Where's your chief surgeon?"
Weren't they saying his condition was really urgent?
How come Charles Seymour, who was supposed to get everything ready before him, still wasn't here?
"He's getting ready, don't worry." The nurse comforted Elder Roscente. They had been specifically told that the patient's condition was very dangerous, and they had to stabilize his emotions.
"Sigh, dragging you all out of bed in the middle of the night like this, I really feel bad." Elder Roscente might have a bad temper, but he was definitely not the unreasonable type.
