There were many children in the children's hospital, some were wearing oversized patient gowns, some sitting motionless.
Chale Cheney was scared of the hospital and clung tightly to Charles Mcintosh's hand.
Charles Mcintosh took him to the doctor for a comprehensive check-up and treated his skin wounds.
"Mr. Mcintosh, Chale Cheney is fine. He just needs to take care of his wounds, avoid contact with water, and apply medication on time," the doctor advised.
"Hmm."
"The little guy has good physical health and should fully recover in three days."
"Thank you, doctor," Charles Mcintosh said.
It was an hour later when the comprehensive check-up was complete, Charles Mcintosh had stayed with Chale Cheney all along.
When he went to get the report, Chale Cheney sat in a chair talking to a little girl who was ill.
The little girl was dressed in a short white coat, with a pink bow headband on her head. She looked cute and chubby.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Sweetie."
