Xu Qiaoqiao held her breath, carefully lurking by the window, peeking inside the room.
At the window, heavy curtains were drawn to dim the room light, facilitating Dr. Gong's treatment.
However, when the wind blew, gaps appeared as the curtains fluttered.
Seizing this opportunity, Qiaoqiao could clearly see everything inside the room.
Her mother was relaxed, lying back in the chair, staring at Dr. Gong with calm, untroubled eyes, her earlier agitation and unease gone.
Dr. Gong, on the other hand, appeared to be speaking in hushed tones; she could not hear what he was saying but to the attentiveness of her mother was obvious.
She didn't know how other people's treatment would go, but at least for now, everything looked quite normal.
Qiaoqiao quietly kept watch.
Until an hour and a half later, when the treatment was over.
Her mother was sleeping peacefully.
