Coming to the StarCraft to Be a Kindergarten Teacher: Perfect Transformation

It's already 7:30! Time to get up! Sister Pei'er has a doctor's appointment for me at 8:30. I need to get up quickly, wash up, and get ready before heading out to the hospital. That means I'll be there around 8:15, a few minutes early to avoid being late. After all, you can't be on time for a doctor's appointment; it's always better to arrive early than late.

I hurried to the hospital, took a number, signed in, and waited in the waiting area. Looking at the unfamiliar crowd around me, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. They were sitting or standing, some looking anxious, others calm.

Time ticked by, and finally it was my turn. I took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly walked towards the clinic. As I entered, the smell of disinfectant hit my nose, making me feel uneasy.

The doctor was a kind-looking middle-aged man in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses. He had a friendly smile on his face. When he saw me come in, he smiled and asked, "Little girl, what's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

I stuttered as I answered his questions, wondering: Can this doctor really prescribe the right medicine for my condition? Although he looked professional, I couldn't help but worry about the unknown.

The doctor listened patiently to my description of my symptoms, then carefully reviewed my medical records and previous test reports. He frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Because you're undergoing hormone ablation, we need to first assess your current physical condition before we can make a decision on what to do next."

The doctor then suggested I get some basic blood work. I took the test results to the blood draw and saw the long line. I couldn't help but groan. How long will this wait be? I should have come sooner!

I reluctantly joined the line at the end and began a long wait. As I waited, I noticed the varying expressions on the faces of those around me. Some looked relaxed, as if accustomed to such situations; others, however, appeared utterly nervous, unable to even look directly at the syringe in the nurse's hand. Watching them, I suddenly felt a bit nervous myself.

Time ticked by, and finally, it was my turn. The nurse expertly prepared the instruments. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Although I was still a little scared, thinking this process would be over quickly, I mustered the courage to extend my arm.

I took a deep breath and slowly rolled up my sleeves, revealing my fair arms. The nurse expertly pulled out a needle and prepared to plunge it into my skin. My heart leaped into my throat at the sight of the sharp tip, and my hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip, desperately trying to calm myself.

Just as the needle tip was about to pierce my skin, I could feel every nerve in my body tense. A sharp pain shot through me, and I couldn't help but gasp, but I gritted my teeth and endured it silently. Soon, blood slowly flowed through the transparent tube into the blood collection tube, and my heartbeat gradually calmed down.

The entire blood draw process lasted a few minutes, a short time, but it felt like a century to me. Finally, the blood draw was over. I breathed a sigh of relief, gently pressed the needle hole with a cotton ball, and carefully walked out of the blood collection room.

Next, a series of tedious tests awaited me. I knew this was just the beginning, and I would likely face even more challenges and difficulties. But I told myself to stay strong, confident that the doctors would be able to detect the disease quickly and allow me to undergo surgery as soon as possible.

I followed the doctor's instructions and arrived at the designated location—a massive medical pod. It looked like a large, transparent box, filled with various instruments and equipment. I took a deep breath, then stepped inside. I lay down on a comfortable bed, donned a special helmet, and closed my eyes.

Following a slight vibration, I felt my body gently lifted up, as if suspended in mid-air. Then, strange noises echoed in my ears, and flashes of various colors appeared before my eyes. These sensations confused my senses, but I tried to remain calm, telling myself it was just a medical examination.

I tried to relax my muscles and let my body adjust to the sensation. Although I was a little nervous, I tried not to let it get to me. After all, this checkup was crucial to understanding my health.

The examination didn't take long. After a few minutes, I felt my body return to the bed and the helmet automatically removed. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself back in the doctor's office.

The doctor sat behind a desk, carefully studying the medical report in his hands, his expression so serious that it made people feel worried. His eyes revealed a professional and focused attitude, as if he was carefully analyzing every piece of data and indicator.

"Your condition is complex, and your hormone levels are abnormal. You need further observation and treatment," the doctor said to me in a serious tone, frowning. My heart tightened, and I looked at the doctor nervously, waiting for his next words.

"But don't worry, we will develop the most suitable plan for you based on your situation. But you must pay attention to rest in the near future and avoid overwork." The doctor continued to explain.

I nodded with a heavy heart and said, "Thank you, doctor. I will pay attention to it. Then when can I have the surgery?" Surgery seemed to be the key to solving the problem for me, and I was eager to know the answer.

The doctor thought for a moment and replied, "It will take some time. The specific time will be notified separately. During this period, you must take your medication on time and come to the hospital for regular checkups. If you feel any discomfort, please feel free to contact me."

I felt a little disappointed when I heard the news, but I said gratefully, "Okay, I understand."

My steps felt especially heavy as I left the hospital. I was filled with confusion and anxiety, as if I were shrouded in a fog, unable to see the path ahead. The days ahead were long, and I didn't know if I could successfully receive treatment or escape the pain of my illness. However, I knew I couldn't let fear and anxiety control me. I had to face reality bravely and actively cooperate with the doctor's treatment.

After returning to the hotel, I sat quietly by the window, gazing at the scenery outside. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I took a deep breath and told myself, no matter what difficulties I faced, I must persevere. Only then could I find my own light.

"Sui Sui, where are you now? I have checked your specific condition. The hormone level in your body is indeed higher than that of ordinary people. Moreover, judging from your past medical records, you should have injured your right calf before, right? Since you did not fully recover at that time, you are now left with sequelae. In addition, you are slightly overweight, which leads to a little high blood sugar. And your lungs have also been damaged to a certain extent. As far as I know, you have been weak and sick since childhood, and often catch colds and coughs. Based on these factors, we need to make corresponding adjustments to the surgical plan. In the next week, you must take your medicine on time and pay attention to controlling your diet. In addition, you must ensure sufficient rest time, try to relax yourself, and maintain a happy mood. Don't worry, just leave everything to me." After listening to Sister Pei'er's detailed explanation, my originally hesitant heart finally settled down.