sjar Chapter 401: Old Male Gynecologist
Chapter 401: Old Male Gynecologist
San Min Hospital.
Ruan Qingshu walked down from the car gracefully, her chin slightly raised, like a proud white swan. Her delicate face shone brightly in the sunlight, and her long black hair fluttered gently in the wind.
She held her head high and chest puffed out, saying proudly: "Don't think that there is only the People's Hospital. Here we also have Sanmin, Health Care, and Traditional Chinese Medicine! If this doesn't work, there are still other places!" Her voice was clear and loud, echoing in the air like a silver bell.
The slightly raised chin reveals her stubbornness and self-confidence, and the graceful jawline seems to announce her independence and courage to the world. Her eyes are shining with confidence and stubbornness, like bright stars, shining brightly, challenging the arrangement of fate.
She clasped her hands in front of her chest, her slender fingers gently crossed, and one foot lightly tapped the ground, as if playing a silent melody.
At this moment, Ruan Qingshu had a mixed feeling in her heart. She was actually a little nervous and uneasy, after all, coming to the hospital to see a gynecologist was not an easy thing.
But she didn't want to show her weakness, so she pretended to be calm. She encouraged herself in her heart: Ruan Qingshu, it's no big deal, it's just a checkup, there's nothing to be afraid of.
She was wearing high heels, the heels of which were thin and long, making crisp "tapping" sounds on the ground, with a brisk and powerful rhythm. She twisted and turned into the hospital registration office, her figure swaying like a dancing butterfly.
The registration office is spacious and bright, with spotless white walls, like a huge mirror reflecting everything around it.
The floor was paved with smooth marble tiles, which looked like black gems, gleaming with mysterious light. The bright lights above poured down like a golden waterfall, illuminating every corner.
There are several rows of comfortable seats in the hall, with soft and warm colors, for patients and their families to rest and wait. The air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, which is fresh and pungent, making people feel at ease but also a little nervous.
Several signboards stand prominently in every corner. The colors of the signboards are bright and eye-catching, and the fonts are clear and neat, guiding patients to different departments.
"Excuse me, what would you like to see? Please show me your ID card!" the receptionist asked politely with a professional smile on her face. That smile was like a spring flower, bright and warm.
Her eyes looked at Ruan Qingshu, full of anticipation and patience, waiting for her answer.
"Gynecology!" Ruan Qingshu uttered two words from her red lips. A hint of shyness and uneasiness flashed in her eyes, and that shyness was like the sunset glow in the sky, instantly dyeing her cheeks red. But it was soon replaced by firmness, and that firmness was as hard as steel.
She lowered her head slightly and gently stroked the hair beside her ears with her slender fingers. The movement was gentle and graceful, as if she was caressing a precious work of art.
The receptionist looked at her and then skillfully tapped the keyboard. The sound of the keyboard was crisp and rhythmic, as if playing a cheerful piece of music. "Hello, please pay the registration fee of 20 yuan! Please come in to the 18th department on the second floor."
The registrar's voice was calm and professional, like a clear mountain spring, flowing in the air. Her fingers moved quickly on the keyboard, like a dancing elf, as if she was carrying out an important task.
Ruan Qingshu paid the money and took the registration form. The registration form seemed to have turned into a precious map in her hands.
She walked towards the elevator door in her high heels, the sound of her high heels echoing in the empty hall, as if telling a mysterious story. Her steps were firm and powerful, and every step was full of determination.
His eyes were focused ahead, like a burning flame, as if he was walking towards an unknown battlefield.
The receptionist looked at her back and quickly made a phone call: "Hello, Dean, she's here!" The receptionist's voice was full of excitement and nervousness, and that excitement was like a volcano about to erupt, which could spew out hot magma at any time.
Her eyes were shining like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and her body was leaning forward slightly, as if reporting a big news.
"Okay! I'll give you a raise this month!" A majestic voice came from the other end of the phone. The voice was as loud as a bell and full of power.
The receptionist smiled happily: "Thank you!" Her face was filled with joy and satisfaction, and she covered her mouth with her hands, like an innocent child.
Her eyes curved into a crescent shape, as if she was enjoying an unexpected surprise. Her smile was like a blooming flower, brilliant and beautiful.
Ruan Qingshu went up to the second floor, her high heels making crisp and rhythmic sounds as if playing a unique melody. She twisted her waist gracefully, like a noble swan, and slowly came to Department 18.
Each step has a unique charm, her slender waist sways gently, and her long black hair flutters slightly with her steps, attracting the attention of people around her. She exudes a faint fragrance, as fresh and charming as a spring flower.
The door of the department was half-open, and it was very quiet inside, like a quiet world. Ruan Qingshu's beautiful eyes emitted a cold light, like the stars in the cold night, cold and proud.
She raised her chin slightly, stretched out her slender fingers, and knocked gently on the half-open door. The knock sounded particularly clear in the quiet environment, as if announcing her arrival.
Her fingers were long and white, with light pink nail polish on her nails, which sparkled slightly under the light.
The doctor was writing something intently, the tip of his pen rustling on the paper, the sound like spring silkworms chewing mulberry leaves.
Hearing the knock on the door, he slowly raised his head. The moment Ruan Qingshu's eyes met the doctor's, she saw an old doctor with a long beard.
She was stunned for a moment, feeling surprised and confused. There was a flash of panic in her eyes, thinking she had walked into the wrong department.
Her graceful figure paused for a moment, and then she gracefully backed out of the room. Her movements were light and smooth, like a dance. Her skirt fluttered slightly with her movements, like a blooming flower.
Ruan Qingshu stood by the door, looking around the wall for the department's logo, her eyes full of doubt and uncertainty.
"Yes, that's right, this is Department 18!" She whispered to herself, with a hint of confusion in her voice. Her lips moved slightly, and her rosy lips were as tempting as ripe cherries.
The old doctor looked at her actions, smiled and waved at her: "Yes, it's here, come in."
His voice was gentle and steady, as if it had a reassuring power. His face was full of traces of time, and his long beard was slightly gray, but it added a sense of elegance.