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On Tuesday, not even seven o'clock yet, Song Youman woke up.
She stared at the ceiling, lying still for more than half an hour, until the alarm clock had rung several times. Only then did she climb out of bed, freshen up briefly, and then drive to the hospital.
There were not a few people undergoing surgery this morning. By the time Song Youman reached the hospital, more than ten people were already in line.
She found a spot to sit and didn't move afterwards. She wasn't clear on how long she had been sitting stiffly in that same posture, and was unsure of how many people had come and gone in front of her. All she knew was that by the time she came back to her senses, the nurse had been repeating her number several times.
She quickly got up, apologized to the nurse, and then followed the nurse into the operating room.
