The doctor's pants got wet and dried, then wet again. He drank water twice but wet his pants three times.
Getting older means you can't hold urine; that nurse looked a bit younger, so she only wet her pants once.
Time passed from night to morning, then to noon; the surgery seemed to be endless.
The Little Match Girl obediently stood back in the corner, not knowing where else to stand besides this corner, away from everyone.
The Little Match Girl began to worry again because she knew if the doctor and nurse kept chatting, it meant the situation wasn't very dangerous.
But if they both fell silent and just carried out the surgery solemnly, then the person wishing for something was in real danger.
This was something the Little Match Girl had observed herself.
Near noon, the surgery hadn't ended, but the doctor and nurse didn't stop either, so the situation should neither be good nor too bad.
The door suddenly sounded.
Someone was using a key to open the door.
