Call It Murder!

Summary

My mother-in-law was rushed to the hospital with sudden chest pain and sent straight into emergency surgery. However, my wife, who was the head of the thoracic department, insisted that her clueless young male apprentice be the lead surgeon instead.

The apprentice stood in front of the operating table. He couldn’t even recognize half of the surgical instruments laid out before him.

He pouted and fidgeted a little. “I forgot again…”

My wife just smiled indulgently at him. Even though the patient’s chest had been opened, she patiently spent ten minutes explaining the instruments to him…