The doctor glanced at her. "You don't have to be hospitalized, but you must take your medicine on time every day."
The doctor prescribed two weeks' worth of medication. Wan Donglin thanked him cordially and left with Yan Xixi.
At the door, Yan Xixi paused.
The obstetrics and gynecology floor was bustling, a sea of people. Women waiting for abortions formed a long line. Some played on their phones, while others seemed lost in somber thought, their expressions a myriad. What were they thinking at this moment? Did they see abortion as nothing more than an appendix or hemorrhoid removal? Lie down, get anesthetized, and upon waking, the burden in their belly would be removed?
In their entire lives, when they looked back on moments like these, would they ever feel a lingering fear?
"Xixi, is there something else?"
Her face was pale, and she didn't utter a word.
