Terrence Tang gestured toward an examination bed that looked suspiciously like an operating table.
Chloe knit her brows, feeling a strange sense of foreboding, but she walked over and lay down anyway. Terrence snapped on a pair of sterile gloves and approached with a penlight. "Open wide."
Chloe: "......"
A moment later, Terrence tossed a cotton swab into the bin. "Throat’s inflamed. Hold this." He unceremoniously stuck a thermometer into her mouth before firing off a string of questions. "How many days has the fever lasted? What were the initial symptoms? What color is your urine?"
With the thermometer clamped between her teeth, Chloe felt like a flock of crows was flying over her head in silent judgment. If this man didn't look so clinical and stern, she would have seriously suspecte
