Jing Yiren didn't feel a shred of nervousness, as she had to go through rigorous eye examinations quite frequently.
But this time, it was different. Before the examination even started, she found herself in a frigid room.
The echoing, hollow sound of the bed wheels sliding on the ground and the footsteps of the doctors filled the room.
This room was incredibly spacious.
The doctor, who was pushing Jing Yiren along, walked for quite some time before she felt a change in direction ahead, indicating that they were now in a different room.
This room was even colder.
Lu Ming was not with her, holding her little hand as he usually did.
He had not followed her in at the door.
Jing Yiren felt an inexplicable sense of fear.
Subconsciously, she asked, "Why is the examination I'm having today different from those I've had before?"
"..." The chief physician wearing a mask and sterilizing equipment started to answer truthfully, but changed his response under the gaze of the director.
