The family doctor arrived very quickly, with the buttons of his shirt done up incorrectly, which showed just how much of a hurry he was in.
"Miss, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine." Han Yingying dared not mention her stomach, knowing that the family doctor would realize she was pregnant as soon as he examined her.
"Miss, I may be a doctor, but I'm not God. If you don't tell me where you're uncomfortable, I can only examine you thoroughly," the family doctor said sternly, looking at Han Yingying.
No matter who it was, in his eyes, they had only one identity, that of a patient, and patients had only one right: to cooperate with the doctor obediently and get better.
Han Yingying bit her lip and, seeing the determination in the family doctor's eyes, knew she couldn't avoid it. Moreover, the pain in her abdomen had not lessened at all, causing her to tighten up inside, for fear that something might go wrong with the child. She had no choice but to whisper, "Abdomen."
