Inside the doctor's office at a hospital.
Song Enya sat in front of a doctor with worry on her face. The doctor regarded her and the stern-looking man standing behind before he slowly informed, "The child has a slight abrasion on her head with a mild brain concussion. The wound has been cleaned and stitched with antiseptic. Don't let water get into the wound for the next few days and avoid any spicy food—"
"Stitch?" Shocked, she could not help but interrupt the doctor mid-speech.
"Yes. The cut required stitching as it was quite deep. The child probably hit the corner of the stairs as she fell down the steps." Adjusting the spectacles on his face, he continued to speak in a respectful tone.
If it were another patient that had repeatedly interrupted him, he would have lost his patience by now.
Unfortunately, this woman was someone he knew. She was not somebody he could afford to offend, so his attitude toward her was respectful and patient.
