While talking, the Familiar Senior placed his hand on the old lady's back and gently pushed backward. After all, he's young and strong; no matter how stubborn the old lady was, she was still pushed out the door.
"Click" - the door closed, and the Familiar Senior let out a long sigh of relief.
Looking back at the postgraduate consultants who had remained unmoved, the Familiar Senior suddenly understood why they all chose to sit in such an inward place.
Director He completed the paperwork for the patient and began calling in the next one. This time, the old lady wasn't there; she wasn't in the corridor either, leaving one to wonder where she had gone.
The Familiar Senior felt somewhat fortunate.
However, he hadn't been quiet for long when Director He called in another patient to look at their report—
"Yes, this is the right place, right? It's this room." The familiar voice sounded, and the old lady opened the door again, shouting loudly as she entered.
