957 Atmosphere That He Likes

"Miss Hong, let me put your phone away for you," the circulating nurse who was performing preoperative preparation spoke politely to Hong Fei. She spoke in the same way she did after receiving specific training to speak to the patients in the VIP patient building.

Hong Fei pouted and said, "Aren' I jus' suturing my legs? I'm lyin' on my stomach while playin' on my phone, so you can jus' suture my legs."

"That won't work."

"Why not?" Hong Fei pursed her lips, lifted her phone, and blinked. "Right, can I do a livestream? Livestreaming my surgery should be allowed, right?"

"That's not allowed." Su Mengxue came in at this moment, took out her phone, called someone, and said, "Doctor Su, can you please hurry up? If the patient jumps out of bed and runs, we'll have to find a rope for her."

Hong Fei's eyes widened. "Are you guys planning to issue general anesthesia? Isn' regional anesthesia sufficient?"