He looked at me for a while. “ May I help you, Miss Lisa?”
“ Ohh… yes… sure.” Why was I even feeling guilty? Not that I committed any offence. I was only a teacher for his friend’s son! “ I came for a check-up.”
He nodded. “ What exactly do you want us to check?”
I blinked. Why did I feel like this question was deeper than it appeared? “ I…”
“ I mean, where do you want us to focus on? Or do you want a full body check-up?”
“ Yes…” I quickly nodded. There's nothing wrong with telling him my problem, but I wasn’t comfortable with the man, and I was even confused about why I was feeling that way.
“ Noted.” He then stood up immediately. His blank expression made me feel at ease. We went into a room filled with expensive equipment, some of which isn't common in normal hospitals because pat
