The room was clean and thickly carpeted. The edges of the tables and counters were wrapped in thick cloth. There was a fruit plate on the coffee table but nothing sharp like knife or fork.
"Doctor Gao, please come in." A woman in a white dress welcome Doctor Gao and Chen Ge into the room. She looked to be in her forties and took good care of her appearance.
"Has Wang Xin's condition improved?"
"I've given her the recommended sleeping pills and anti-depressants, but the effect has not been as positive as I hoped." The woman smiled weakly. "If anything, her condition hasn't improved, but all the side effects did show themselves—dry heaving, shivering, and shaking hands. She could not even grip the chopsticks during lunch, and the food fell all over the table. Doctor Gao, do you think Wang Xin can still be cured?"
"Believe me, she will get better."
"Hmm." The woman then noticed Chen Ge behind the doctor. "And this is?"
