“I would like to meet Doctor Smith, miss. Is he available?” When we reached the hospital, I went directly to the reception to ask.
“Yes, Ma’am. May I know your name?” The receptionist soon pressed the intercom after I told her my name. She nodded and ended the call on the other line. Then, she told us about Doctor Smith’s office. I mouthed my thanks before we headed to the doctor’s office.
As Harry opened the door, I saw a man in his 50’s sitting on his chair. He’s wearing a white gown with a stethoscope hung on his neck and a pair of eyeglasses, reading medical results placed on his table. His hair was mixed with gray and black.
He looked in our direction when he noticed us.
“Miss Rodriguez,” Doctor Smith greeted. He stood up to greet us and offered his hand to a handshake.
I smiled, “Doctor Smith,” and took his hand and shook with mine. Harry also greeted the doctor and shook their hands. The doctor offered us to sit on the chair in front of his table.