She was naturally timid, unable to endure such scrutiny. She moved tremblingly towards the bedside with a hesitant greeting, "Hello, doctors!"
"Miss An, we are the doctors doing the rounds. Please sit down; there are some things we need to understand," the middle-aged male doctor standing in front spoke with a precise accent and a serious demeanor. To An Yin, his solemn face only increased her anxiety!
Before the male doctor could speak, she climbed onto the bed and sat up straight, her clear eyes fixed tightly on the doctor, her voice trembling a bit, "Doctor, am I seriously ill? Will I die?"
Since childhood, whenever An Yin saw a doctor in a white coat, she would feel a sense of fear.
At this moment, the stern face of the male doctor in front of her only made her think the worst.
