Not many people had come, and there were only two women in line ahead of her, who seemed to be a few years older than she was. Both of them had their boyfriends and husbands accompanying them, unlike her who had come alone.
She took a seat, as she hadn't yet arranged a time with the doctor; the doctor was currently performing surgery on someone else, so she silently waited.
She kept her head down, trying not to look at others, just to avoid drawing any attention to herself.
Although she said nothing, she didn't want to be the subject of pointing and whispering.
As she waited, it felt like a very long time had passed when suddenly, An Xiaomian heard the voice of the doctor from the day before calling her name, "An Xiaomian, are you here? It's your turn."
Upon hearing this, An Xiaomian immediately looked up and then realized that the two people who had been ahead of her, due to undergo surgery, had disappeared, and others were now lining up behind her.
At the entrance of the operating room, the doctor from yesterday was now wearing a white coat and a face mask, looking somewhat impatiently at her.
An Xiaomian quickly said she was coming and then stood up, walking stiffly towards the doctor.
"Go lie down on the operating table in front. It'll be over soon," the doctor said efficiently, and then closed the operating room door to start preparing the tools.
A young nurse was also busy at work nearby.
An Xiaomian found her body trembling, and when she got close to the operating table, she just couldn't climb onto it.
Eventually, the doctor, frowning, couldn't stand watching anymore, came over, helped An Xiaomian onto the operating table to lie down, and said to her, "We'll give you an anesthetic in a moment, it won't hurt, and after the surgery, it's best if you stay in the hospital for a few days for rest. Your body will recover faster..."
An Xiaomian lay stiffly on the operating table, teeth chattering, unable to utter a word, her big bright eyes pleading and pitiful, like a little rabbit about to be slaughtered.
The doctor, however, was used to it and didn't speak further, took out a syringe of anesthetic, and injected it into An Xiaomian, starting the injection.
An Xiaomian closed her eyes and clenched her slender fists, keenly aware that the baby, who shouldn't have come, was soon going to leave her, leave this world.
She felt a little bit reluctant to let go, but unfortunately, being too young, having to take care of her grandmother, and going to school, she simply didn't have the time to take care of a child.
She closed her eyes and silently endured everything she had chosen.
"Bang!" Suddenly, the door to the operating room was forcefully opened, followed by a harsh and anxious voice, "Doctor Zhang, stop, stop, stop right now! This operation cannot be done, cannot be done!"
The doctor who was administering the anesthesia to An Xiaomian heard this. Her syringe was still not withdrawn when she turned her head in surprise to the white-haired old man who burst through the door. "Principal? What's happened? Why can't this operation be performed? I've already administered the anesthetic."
The white-haired principal didn't explain; he just hurriedly ordered, "Quickly remove the syringe, don't inject any more anesthetic, and don't perform the operation, immediately check the pregnant woman, we must ensure that both the mother and the baby are safe, immediately!"
Although the doctor surnamed Zhang didn't understand why the usually hands-off principal had suddenly burst into an operating room where an abortion was being performed and was urgently and fiercely stopping the surgery, he still followed the principal's command to halt the operation and began the examination.