"Come in." After Yara opened the ward door and brought Sara in, he said to Mrs. Smith, "Mom, she's here."
Sara walked into the ward with a nervous mood and tried to maintain a smile, because she was so nervous that she was afraid that she would not respond.
When she came in, she saw a woman with a kind face and a smile on her face sitting on the bed. She was nearly 50 years old, or she was not 50 years old. It was just because of the disease that made her look bleak!
"Nice to meet you, Auntie." She nodded at Mrs. Smith.
"Hey, okay!" Mrs. Smith laughed so hard that the corners of her mouth almost cracked to the roots of her ears. She ordered Yara, "Kaul, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and bring a chair for him. The girl has come all the way here..."
Yara placed a chair in front of the bed, pulled Sara over, and asked her to sit down. "Sit down. Make yourself at home. I'll get you a glass of water."