She looked at me with an obvious sadness in her black-and-white eyes under her eyelashes. "yes."
"Then come in." I invite.
She's still standing at the door, with the list, and she doesn't want to give it to me.
I looked at her doubtfully, only to see her clear eyes turn red slowly, and then the sparkling light trickled out, flowing faster and faster, like a waterfall.
Through the mask, her mouth was closed, her shoulders trembled, and she squeezed out a few words intermittently: "Doctor, you-wait for me-wait ..."
She went out in a panic. The waiting hall in the middle of the night echoed with women's repressed wails.
The patients came on and off, and I received them one by one. When she appeared in front of me again, it was already calm after the rain, and only a pair of reddish eyes showed traces.
She handed me the checklist and asked, "Doctor, after ct and radiotherapy, the child really can't have it?"
I suggested that she reconsider.
She shook her head sadly. "Doctor, love should be for both sides, right?" She asked suddenly.
I don't know how to answer. She doesn't want my answer, either. She just walks into the examination room quietly and then lies down. I press the button, and the machine slowly eats away at her young and soft body.
After the exam, she got up and stood up. "Thank you, doctor." But an inexplicable sadness came to my mind. I really didn't know how to respond to her and gave her a tight hug. "Girl, you're welcome. Love yourself. " I saw her hands covering her flat abdomen, silent. She walked out of the door step by step, her back arched slightly, as if she had aged a lot in an instant. But I remember that at this time, she had no tears and her eyes were full of firm eyes.
Come on! Strong girl!