When Henry arrived at the hospital, Diane was already anxiously waiting right at the door. Diane didn’t know what car they were riding in, so she waited until the driver came and asked her if she was Doctor Diane.
“Yes, how is he? What happened?” Diane asked one after another. She didn’t know what to prepare or what condition he was in.
“He’s in the back seat.” Henry politely replied and hurriedly opened the back door.
“Hey, can you walk? I didn’t know if I should prepare a stretcher or a wheelchair, so I just fled out to wait for you by the door. How do you feel?’’ Diane is now a full mode doctor seeing John in a bad state. Her voice only sounds professional. Concerned but not affectionate.
“Wheelchair, Henry, get me a wheelchair!” was all John managed to say. He closed his eyes. He
