A little after 7:30 p.m., Yan Feifan strode out of Inpatient Building Two of City First People's Hospital and immediately spotted Song Yi leaning against a Mercedes sports car, scrolling through her phone to pass the time.
He hurried over and exclaimed, "Phew, finally done! Let's head to Luo's Private Kitchen now!"
Song Yi straightened up, glanced at the time on her phone, and chuckled. "You said an hour and you took fifty-nine minutes. You really know how to cut it close."
Yan Feifan slid into the Mercedes and said, not without a touch of pride, "My time estimates have always been quite precise."
Song Yi started the car and said, "It's only been an hour since you left, which means you were only actually busy in the operating room for a little over half an hour."
"Feifan, is this intraspinal tumor puncture and injection procedure second nature to you now?"
