Riya looked at the cold and ruthless female doctor in front of her. She was restless and said in a low voice, "Doctor, if I want to have an..."
"Abortion?"
The doctor said calmly and looked at Riya who could only nod, "If you don't want a baby, why didn't you control it? How many times have you been pregnant? How many abortions have you had? How many kids do you have? Smooth deliveries or cesarean sections? Any history of a drug allergy?"
Riya was lost for words.
"Could I leave now? I regret being here," Riya thought.
She pinched her fingers and said in a low voice, "One, one time, just this once."
"Do the check-up first. It depends on your physical condition. Will your husband be here?" The doctor asked with a better expression.
Riya didn't know how to reply.
She had no courage to continue.
"I, I'm unmarried."
"The agreement cannot be signed by your boyfriend. Let your family come over then."
Riya felt a sense of suffocation!
In the examination room.
