"That was quick!" exclaimed Father Yazhi.
A benign tumor, no further treatment necessary, just regular check-ups. No point staying in the hospital.
Families should be happy to hear that.
But Father Yazhi wasn't too joyful, he had just gotten familiar with the doctors and nurses here. Most importantly, his daughter liked it here a lot. Whenever she spoke with her father, it was always: "Uncle Doctor, Sister Nurse—"
The six-year-old Xiao Yazhi could already distinguish all the "Uncle Doctors" who treated her and knew exactly what to call each of them.
"Can we stay for another week?" Father Yazhi tried hard to negotiate for his daughter.
"There's nothing wrong anymore, no need to stay in the hospital," the doctor strictly refused.
Yazhi heard the conversation between her father and Uncle Doctor, her small eyes sparkling as they fixed on Uncle Tan's white coat pocket: She was going to be discharged, but where were the candies from uncle's pocket?