Sisi sat in the wheelchair, her hands folded on her knees, her gaze resting on her right thigh. Even through the hospital gown, she could feel the presence of those scars, running from the mid-lateral side of her thigh all the way down to just above the knee, like a winding river, recording her battle with Osteosarcoma.
Her mother pushed her to the Plastic Surgery Outpatient clinic, where the Doctor was waiting for her. Her Surgery would be done in two stages, the first being the implantation of a tissue expander, which had already been completed.
"Sisi, you're here."
The Nurse called her name. Her mother pushed her along the corridor after the Nurse, into a room much larger than a regular consultation room. Three people were already inside: a neatly dressed middle‑aged Doctor, a young female Assistant, and a foreigner standing by the window. When he turned around, Sisi froze for a second.
