"Sweetie, do you feel any better now?"
A woman with a worried face tenderly held the slender and delicate fingers of her daughter on the hospital bed.
However, the girl on the bed was extremely irritable. She seemed repulsed by the hand holding hers. "Let go! Your hand is all sweaty; it's disgusting."
"Alright, Sweetie, Mom won't hold your hand anymore. You shouldn't get angry." The woman quickly let go of her hand and once again looked at the girl with concern. "Sweetie, do you still feel uncomfortable?"
"You're talking nonsense! My stomach is about to burst." The girl's tone was clearly irritated. "You're really useless. Go find my dad. Let him find me a doctor, the best one."
The woman seemed to be used to the girl's tone and didn't show any signs of anger, and stayed by her side, patiently caring for her.
"Mom has already called your dad, but he's out of town and can't come right now. No worries though; Director Huang, whom Mom found for you, is the best specialist."
