I lied down on my bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, a nurse entered my room.
"Good morning," she said with a smile, adjusting my IV drip.
"Can I know the name of the girl who was here yesterday?" I asked the nurse.
"Her name's Kaya. But I can't tell you anything more than that."
She looked at me cheekily, insinuating that I was interested in Kaya. "She is a beautiful girl, no?" she added with a knowing smile.
I didn't answer.
I just had a strange feeling about her.
After around two hours of lying down and getting bored, a group of doctors entered my room.
They were led by a short, bald, old guy with a distinguished white mustache. They had a bunch of papers with them.
"Good morning," the doctor at the front said, and then he introduced everyone with various surnames.
They were being very polite. I could tell they showed me respect. This was very different from how doctors usually act in a public hospital.
