"Thanks, I really don't want to pretend. You go in already." Ji Anning half dragged, half shoved Xin Xiaoxiao into the consulting room.
She herself stayed outside the room to wait.
Xin Xiaoxiao walked in, craning her neck and peeking at the doctor sitting behind the desk.
The man was wearing a white coat, a mask, and a white cap. A pair of photochromic glasses perched on his nose, his whole face wrapped up tight.
Xin Xiaoxiao thought, if celebrities went out with this kind of getup, they'd definitely never get recognized, never have to worry about being followed, asked for autographs or selfies.
While sizing up the doctor, she sat down and muttered under her breath, "He looks pretty young."
The man's good-looking hand was holding a pen, writing something. When he heard Xin Xiaoxiao mutter, his hand paused for a second. He didn't look up. "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
His voice was insanely hoarse, like he'd just spent a few hours hogging the mic at KTV.
