"Doctor ..." The pregnant woman anxiously said.
Her hand was pale, but she somehow managed to grab director Luo's hand with strength. His nails dug deep into the sterile gloves, sinking in.
"What's wrong with you?" Director Luo was a little surprised.
He had done countless gastroscopy, but this was the first time that the patient had grabbed his hand.
He tried to stabilize the gastric tube to avoid side injuries.
"Doctor ..." The pregnant woman's voice was hoarse.
The gastroscopy went in from her mouth and throat. Coupled with severe morning sickness, her vocal cords were pressed, and her voice was extremely strange.
He could barely make out a few words, but he was not clear.
He was like a dying person who had something in his heart that he was unwilling to accept, and he wanted to leave his last words for the world.
"Do you feel very uncomfortable?" Department Director Luo asked gently,"if you can't ..."
He paused for a moment.
