Fang Qing's gaze shifted.
A few seats away, she saw a pregnant woman on her right making a phone call. It must be her husband on the other end, even though she was alone, her face was brimming with a joyful smile as she caressed her balloon-like belly, looking extremely sweet.
Similarly alone, Qing Gege didn't feel any sense of disparity. On the contrary, she was positively influenced, as if infected by the other's happiness, her anxious heart slowly calmed down.
Some only complain, blame, dragging others into the deep abyss of misery.
And some are born to grow toward the sun.
"Ding dong... Fang Qing, number 16, please proceed to room 203."
Beneath her mask, Fang Qing slowly exhaled again, stood up, and walked toward the clinic room.
"Fang Qing?"
"Mm."
"What's wrong?"
The female doctor attending was quite young, about thirty years old, glanced at Fang Qing, then refocused on the computer.
"I, my period is three days late, and I'm feeling a bit unwell..."
