The Discus Girl

"Dalang, wake up and take your medication.

"Dalang, time for medication.

"Dalang, eat some medication.

"Dalang, medication."

As night came, the anesthetist grew increasingly lazy to talk. He did not even have the energy to tease the patients and young nurses.

When the next patient entered the operating theater, the anesthetist only matched the patient's name and gender to the name list before he gavaged the medication down the patient's throat. Lu Wenbin could not stand it, and in the end, he whispered, "Excuse me, how many anesthetists are there in our center?"

"There are only two left for now." The anesthetist's mind suddenly became clearer. He widened his eyes and stared at Lu Wenbin before he asked, "What now? Are you looking down on me?"

"Of course not. How could I?" Lu Wenbin was shocked before he said in a low voice, "I'm just worried that you'll be too tired."