Shu Pan didn't even know how she had walked out of the doctor's office.
It was as if she had lost her soul as she left.
The sky outside matched her mood, dull and gray.
Actually, she had anticipated that the results wouldn't be good, but it still hurt.
She walked out of the hospital and then found a stone bench to sit on outside.
She looked around at the people nearby, watching them hurry for their meals.
She envied them, at least they had healthy bodies.
Unlike her, who, even if she tried hard, was now helpless.
She sat for a long time, just watching the passersby.
During this time, she thought about a lot, many things were beyond her control, and now all she could do was to resign herself to fate.
Finally, she took out her phone from her bag and dialed Wen Chi's number, thinking that at least he was a doctor and could offer her some constructive advice.
When the call connected, Wen Chi's clear voice came through, "Shu Pan, what's up?"
