Chapter 1467: Believe It or Not?

Chapter 1467: Chapter 1467: Believe It or Not?

"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.

The nurses and doctors who’d been called over for a middle-of-the-night surgery heard Elder Roscente say this, and that little bit of annoyance at having their rest disturbed vanished completely.

They worked at a private hospital; if there weren’t special circumstances, they really didn’t have to pull all-nighters like at a public hospital.

You could say it was much more relaxed than working in a public hospital.

Still, when they ran into an emergency like this, they wouldn’t complain, just felt a tiny bit miffed.

With the patient talking like that, how could they still stay miffed?

One of the nurses had already started comforting Elder Roscente: "Don’t worry, we’ll make sure your surgery turns out nice and perfect."

"Eh." Elder Roscente laughed heartily. "I’m at ease with you doing the surgery."

Just as they were talking, Charles Seymour pushed the OR door open with his foot and walked in.

Elder Roscente smiled at Charles and asked, "How come you, the chief surgeon, took longer to get ready than I did?"

"Went to warm up my hands." Charles’s one sentence made Elder Roscente’s heart give a jolt. He stammered, "W?warm up your hands?"

"Haven’t held a scalpel in a long time, thought I’d give it a try." Charles’s words made Elder Roscente swallow with difficulty. Why did this surgery suddenly feel kind of unreliable?

The nurses beside them were all stunned too. Just now they’d been reassuring the patient.

Doctor, we really can’t talk to patients like this!

Charles stood by Elder Roscente’s side and asked, "Did you notify your family?"

"They should have been notified." Elder Roscente answered, then added another question: "Why are you asking?"

Surely he didn’t want his family to come and, and... do that, right?

A man who’d spent his life on the battlefield, Elder Roscente unexpectedly felt a bit jittery in front of Charles.

Originally, before getting on the operating table, he hadn’t been worried at all; he’d already made peace with everything.

But after Charles asked that, he suddenly didn’t feel so calm.

Charles lowered his head in puzzlement, looking at Elder Roscente.

That kind of gaze made Elder Roscente’s heart race. He swallowed and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You don’t need to pay for surgery?" Charles frowned.

This was Sophie’s hospital—trying to stiff them?

In your dreams!

Elder Roscente: "..."

If he weren’t lying on the operating table and unable to get up, he’d jump up and beat him, believe it or not?

Just because he’s The Great Sage doesn’t mean he doesn’t dare hit him.

Doesn’t matter if he can win or not, he’ll swing first and talk later!

"You’re something else, always circling around that guy who wrecked Havoc in Heaven." Elder Roscente suddenly gave a snort of laughter. "When you first picked that codename, you never felt it was awkward?"

Charles looked at Elder Roscente like he was an idiot: "What’s awkward about it?"