Ji Anning thanked the doctor, then picked up her medical record book and the B-ultrasound report and stood up, heading for the door.
As she walked, she looked down at the B-ultrasound report in her hand, which she couldn't actually understand. She could only vaguely make out a small spherical shape, which the doctor had said was the child.
Her eyes softened as she watched, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
After a while, she put the report away and stuffed it into her bag.
It was a busy morning in the department of obstetrics and gynecology, where most people had company, young couples joking and laughing, or mothers and daughters-in-law together.
Ji Anning looked at these different warm scenes with her lips pursed in a bitter tightness, quickening her pace as she left the doors of the obstetrics and gynecology department.
