"Eomma! I'm normal, please! Ah, you're hurting me!" I whined as my mom dragged me along in her car. "You gotta listen to me and make sure to see a doctor."
As my mother ushered me into her car, we both took our seats. "Are you serious?" I was like, 'I can't believe this,' as I buckled my seat belt. "Yes, and I'm taking you to a psychologist". I simply gazed at her in disbelief.
When we arrived at the hospital, my mom instructed me to get out of the car. I wasn't planning to enter, but the view ahead enticed me to come inside. The hospital is surrounded by lush green trees and colourful flowers, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. A winding path leads to the entrance, lined with benches where patients and visitors can sit and enjoy the fresh air. The sun casts a warm glow over the courtyard, and the sound of birds chirping adds to the tranquil ambiance. The hospital building itself is modern and welcoming, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light.
We proceeded into the hospital and positioned ourselves in front of the reception. My mom took the initiative to inquire about our appointment with the lady while I was just admiring the surroundings.
The reception area is clean and well-organized, with a small desk where the receptionist sits. The walls are adorned with soothing artwork, and there are comfortable chairs for patients and visitors to sit in while they wait. The atmosphere is calm and professional, and the receptionist greets everyone with a warm and friendly smile.
After confirming our appointment we made our way to the doctor's cabin. Grabbing the handle, my mom opened the door and asked me to come in. As we entered the cabin, my eyes were drawn to a familiar young man.
He wore black jeans that accentuated his slim legs and thick thighs. His muscular, well-built body was covered by a simple light blue T-shirt, with a white coat over it, and a stethoscope around his neck. Upon noticing our presence, he promptly stood up, diverting his attention toward us.
When he greeted my mom, he bowed and then just stared at me. Diverting his gaze back to my mom he asked her. "Mrs. Min?"
"Yes, and she's my daughter, Min (Y/N)" When my mom introduced me, I gave a little bow. "Oh! Please sit down" He gestured towards the chairs in front of his table as he spoke. We took our seats in front of him. As I sat near him, I noticed the badge on his coat which said
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