A group of Russians, as if seeing a glimmer of hope cast upon them, suddenly grew restless. One of them clenched his fist and whispered, "Thank God, bless us!"
The voice of the Russian was a bit loud. At this moment, Gilanor's face changed drastically, and he waved his hands frantically, whispering urgently, "Damn it, don't talk, shut up, keep it down, that doctor has a terrible temper, he's already driven away three doctors, let's get out of here, quietly, quietly leave this place."
A group of burly men tiptoed away from the operating room as stealthily as though they were thieves. They had never been this careful even when they needed to take cover from the enemy.
After leaving the vicinity of the operating room and returning to the waiting area in the corridor, Gilanor gently closed the corridor door once everyone was out.
