Somewhere in City S…
A woman was nervously sitting in the far end corner of the waiting area of a clinic, fearing that it would be her turn to be called soon.
She kept on biting her lips to stop it from trembling. If one looked closer, they would notice that her eyes were glistering from unshed tears.
Her knuckles clench tightly, gripping the hem of her loose black shirt. From time to time, she was looking at the door of the clinic, as her desire to flee increases.
The clinic was private, and there were barely other patients like her, and that was perfectly fine with her. It took her a lot of effort to arrive at City S without her father knowing about it, especially at this time.
"Patient Han? Patient Han?" The receptionist called that immediately startled the woman.
"Is Patient Han still here?"
The woman stood up and approached the receptionist. "I am Patient Han…"
