Song Youman didn't reply. Instead, she put her phone away, stood up and walked back into the emergency building. She came to the desk of the doctor she had registered with and finally spoke: "Doctor, I've decided. This child, I …"
Song Youman pressed her lips together tightly, swallowed hard, as if mustering every ounce of strength she had to combat her internal struggles. After a while, she forced out the words: "…I'm not keeping it."
"Have you decided?"
Song Youman's hand had turned into a tight fist, slightly trembling from the pressure: "Yes, I have."
Why should she give birth to this child? She had yet to fully enjoy her youth. Why should she suffer and endure such hardship for nine months because of a stupid man!
As if trying to convince herself, Song Youman spoke again: "I don't want this child. I want to terminate this pregnancy as soon as possible."
