You are Like My Surg

Who her?

[Newly running the operation, Sha. Doctor Genta wants to eat first]

The geisha gulps its salivary. His eyeballs glared straight at the screen of the device he was looking at. His heart rumbled again when he found the message from Lauren.

It had been a week that he had thought of the event that made him unlucky for having to crash and curse at the Instructor in the stase this time. At the time of the incident, Geisha decided to flee. He did not have the guts to approach Genta and apologized. Just leave like a ghost.

The geisha continued to pray that Genta would not recognize him for a moment. Because the Geisha got the first guidance late. So he did not team up with Vina, Lauren and other koas friends to participate see the surgery in the operating room with Genta since this morning.

He sat at the nurse station, helping to weigh the patient, measure the patient's temperature and blood pressure with several nurses.

"Udah, Doc. It's nothin. Dr. Genta mah lupaan." chirped Sister Lala.

Lala Sumarni, she is the chief nurse at the polyclinic. Actually, the main task is only to monitor the members, set the schedule, take responsibility if there is a complaint, join the meeting with management to inform what happens in the Polycinique.

However, he is still in charge of being an assistant for surgery. Doctor Genta asked him directly. Because since long before Sister Lala was appointed as Chief Poly, she was known as a nurse who was deft and shrewd in the affairs of surgery.

The management of the Hospital no one can refuse, because actually Doctor Genta is the favorite Surgical Specialist at this Hospital. His opinion every month is always Fantastic.

Sister Lala and some old employees have been very familiar with Geisha from the time of children until now. Because the Grandma often brought Geisha to play in the Hospital.

Geisha's fear of the incident, he brought it to Sister Lala. And all this time Geisha always pry about Genta's personality.

"But at that time he seemed very angry, Mom. I was afraid it would be. Last time my friend also said, he said fit in the operating room, Doctor Genta grumpily angry."

Sister Lala laughed. "Because I don't know and I'm new, I think so. Doctor Genta was already familiar with the person's cool 'kok. That's how nice he is, like---"

Speech stuck. "Mom, Doctor Genta is on the phone" Sister Medi said. Sister Lala stood closer to the phone and pressed the speaker button.

"Assalammualaikum, Doc."

"How many of my patients are there, Mom?" genta's tone of voice sounded so straightforward. The heart of the geisha is hunting badly.

"Oh, O Allah. His voice is scary. His look yesterday was like that too. Abis it's my fate, what, huh? She must be ilfil." Inexhaustibly Geisha complained.

"His patient is forty, Doc. The patient from earlier had been back and forth the doctor continued."

"Yes, it was closed immediately. Tell to registration. Five minutes to go I'll get to poly."

"Okay, Doc." replied Sister Lala. I hung up the phone with a happy face. Usually patients can reach sixty a day.

Can you imagine how tired it is? Not yet he had to visit various rooms.

"May close that practice. Long-time patient on the run to the next-door neighbor!" grunts Geisha in heart.

Sister Lala approached the patient's medical record file to be checked by Genta which was arranged based on the queue number and will take her to the room. The Geisha reflex gets up from the chair and approaches Sister Lala. "For two, Mom. Same with me."

Sister Lala looked at the delighted Geisha. He divided the two stacks of medical records for the Geisha to carry. Then go into the surgical poly. Status on the doctor's desk.

"Doctor Genta is a fast, agile and detailed type of Doctor. If there is a patient who wants to change the dressing. Ask to get on the bed. Let's keep opening the bandages. He'll see later, and give command. Oh, aye. The doctor can remove the stitches, right?"

Geisha laughing. "Yes, dong, Mom. I was bel---"

Crick.

The poly door just opened violently. Making Geisha and Sister Lala turn to the doorway looking at the figure of the man they had been waiting for. And the one in waiting stared at the startled figure of the woman who was together with Sister Lala now.

"O Allah is handsome! Is this his real face?" ask the Geisha inwardly with sparkling eyes.

The heartbeat that roared because of fear seemed to crash, replaced with a heart that is grounded because it can attract his heart. It was so different when they met in coincidence.

This afternoon Genta looks neat, his sturdy body protected with white sneli doctor. Hair in pigtails like a ponytail. The scent of her masculine perfume so pierced her nose. Makes a woman twenty-four years old and still single from a baby, looking at her in a vein. "Gue feels like I'm seeing Ammar Zoni again ...."

Different from Genta. The man scrunched his forehead. Viewing the Geisha from the hair navel to the shoes plate that the Geisha is wearing.

Beautiful woman, sweet smile. Her eyelashes are flattened with her big nose. The touch of thin liptin makes the lips of ranum Geisha very fresh. Wearing a brown striped shirt that matches the color of his pants. And covered with white sneli like Genta's possession.

Geisha Alyra Hadnan.

Genta could read the name emblazoned in the student id card hanging around the Geisha's neck.

"Here, Doctor Geisha, Doc. One of the koas' kids." Sister Lala entered between those who were looking at each other.

"Oh, okay!" genta replied casually. The man rushed to the sink to wash his hands first before starting his practice.

Geisha and Sister Lala looked at each other in a smile. "That's what Mom said, she's a lupaan. The length of the hair is like that." whispered Sister Lala, making Geisha chuckle softly. Unceasingly Geisha smiled crisply. He survived today. "Beauty, right?" god Sister Lala.

Geisha can only chuckle. "Bangets." And they whispered in a slow twitch.

"Masker, Mum!" genta pinta.

"No, Doc. Her mask. Install." Sister Lala pointed towards the mask box on the special table of surgical instruments to the Geisha.

Not resisting, giving a strange look or confusion. Even the Geisha gave a smile of encouragement. He hurried to pick up the mask and stood behind Genta who was still busy washing his hands in front of the mirror.

Geisha face the strapping back and the scent of Genta's body is getting more pronounced. "Duh, it smells good 'sih. I'm just a woman who's not like this." her kekeh inwardly.

Geisha tiptoes. "Sorry, yes, Doc. I put it on."

Genta. He started looking straight at his face in the mirror. The geisha pairs a mask from the back that she puts behind the earlobe.

"The vow of fragrance is so good. How much perfume does he wear?" Geisha want to fly. Genta is a nice guy, clean and always keep clean.

When finalized. Genta turned around, looking at the Geisha whose face was already flushed red, he could not help but feel like at first glance. "Thank you, Gei--" Genta returned to the Geisha id card.

"Geisha, Doc." Not the Geisha who answered. But Sister Lala. He squealed amusedly when he saw the Geisha who had daydreamed to hold the air of amazement.

"II--yes, Doc. My name--" and Geisha are always late conscious.

"Come, Mom. We start." Geisha's voice stopped just like that when Genta was sitting in his chair while opening the patient file with the first number.

Geisha smiling happily. He stood behind Genta's chair, to accompany the man to examine the patient. It felt like he did not want to switch positions with Lauren and Vina who were also waiting outside.

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This poly room is AC. But, Geisha sweat keeps pouring in. He just found out if Genta is fierce even though handsome. He has been repeatedly in the throat.

"Stupid!" The geisha can only gulp down the saliva, as the Genta rebukes him. How not stupid, when Genta asks for scissors but what Geisha gives is tweezers. Sister Lala from earlier until the head rings.

"So stupid, what else is persimmon, huh?" accuse Sister Lala.

Geisha who are still smitten with the good looks of Genta can only remain silent and try to restore his consciousness to focus.

"Nacl and the instrument!" doors again. And the Geisha whose legs have been sore because it had not sat there was still the spirit of stepping back and forth to the tool trolly.

"Want me to purify your body with that fluid?" genta's eyeballs stared at the horror Geisha in a baritone tone that he was sounding, as the Geisha instead carried a bottle of alcohol. It seems his patience is over. Geisha are always wrong.

"Eh, yes, Doc. Wrongfully. Sorry-sorry." The geisha turned around and took back the liquid that Genta pinta had. There are times when a geisha is nervous, sometimes she is calm. Sister Lala is always quick to help her if the Geisha is being hit.

Soon, the poly door seemed to be pushed slowly from the outside. Make Sister Lala approach the person in front of her.

The patient is finished checking. The stitches are also out. The geisha helps the patient to get out of bed and Genta sits back in a chair, wanting to write down a prescription.

"Dok, Kahla brought lunch, she said," Sister Lala said. He pinned the supply place he put into the temporary file storage cabinet.

Genta who was writing, then looked up with a happy look even though only visible from the light of his eyes, because his face was covered with a mask.

"Is she still ahead?"

"Have returned to the room, Doc. I think it just arrived."

Genta. He returned to writing the recipe.

And the Geisha is sensitive. He squinted at the eyes not liking.

"Kahla? Who's she?"

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