Naturally, I wasn't sliced up into pieces. The machine was extremely gentle with me. The moving parts spun around my head once. A moment later, I was slid out of the chamber.
Xi Qingchuan was still standing where he had been standing a moment ago. The lights in the room were colored strangely and cast a strange glow on his face.
He helped me off the machine. His hands felt cool. I was quite sure that it wasn't because he was feeling nervous.
The results were out in no time. The doctor approached us as soon as Xi Qingchuan got me into the wheelchair. He had my medical report in his hands.
"Mr. Xi, Mrs. Xi's CT scan shows that there's nothing wrong with her brain."
"Doctor, let's speak outside," Xi Qingchuan said. He took the report from the doctor and walked away. I had a strange feeling that I had just been diagnosed with a terminal disease and that Xi Qingchuan and the doctor were ganging up and not letting me know that.