The man in the white uniform who had finished examining the patient's condition now looked at Dedi. "Can we talk for a minute?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"Let's just go to my room. Because there is something I want to explain about patients."
"All right, Doctor." Dedi turned his gaze on the figure of a woman who looked very pitiful. "You just rest."
Again Dewi gave an answer with a nod, not forgetting that her sense of sight had observed the silhouettes of the people who had just left the room.
With a feeling of anxiety, Dewi waited second by second for an explanation from the man who had bumped into her and at the same time became a helping god.
"Hopefully the doctor has pity on me and doesn't say anything to that man," cried Dewi
with a look full of emptiness and desolation.
