"Doctor, please check on my aunt quickly, she's really in unbearable pain."
Wang Qingqing helped her aunt sit down on the recliner and looked up. Seeing that the doctor was still unresponsive, she grew anxious and urged again.
"I will check her, what's the rush? Does being anxious help?"
Upon hearing Wang Qingqing's another urging, the doctor coldly snorted in displeasure, but still slowly stood up, put on the stethoscope hanging around his neck, walked over to Wang Qingqing's aunt Li Xiaomei, furrowed his brows, and looked at her face before he started moving the stethoscope around her back incessantly.
After listening, he reached out to her abdomen. Seeing her continuously covering her stomach, he suddenly commanded, "Remove your hand."
Li Xiaomei was in so much pain that sweat beads formed on her forehead; pressing with her hand was somewhat comforting, but hearing the doctor's command, she still removed her hand.
