With numb steps, Meng Qing squeezed out of the bustling crowd in the hospital. A burst of cool air passed through the mask and went straight to her nose and into her heart and lungs. + There is a circle of flower beds at the entrance of the hospital where people can sit and rest. A few people are sitting, squatting or carrying their backs on their backs. Everyone is holding a mobile phone to report something to relatives and friends on the other side. At any time, there is a pile of messy papers in their hands. Meng Qing suddenly woke up and looked down at the test report compiled in her hand. It was clear and dazzling, positive, lesion, suspected of cervical cancer... These words made people dare not look directly at it.
Concept: Housewives who are not cared for by society