That day, the hospital was quite busy. The sounds of medical equipment and conversations blended together. As I entered the hospital, my steps were firm and full of conviction as I walked toward the receptionist, who was busy moving one file after another.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for Dr. Anderson.”
The receptionist looked at her computer screen. “One moment, I’ll check his schedule.”
I sighed. My gaze wandered in all directions, looking for any sign that Dr. John might be somewhere in the corridor. Finally, the receptionist spoke, “Dr. Anderson is currently in the operating room. He can be contacted once he's finished. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
I swallowed. “Do you know around what time the surgery will be over?”
“It could take two to three hours, depending on the p
