I was stunned, hearing the name he said. Slowly, I unhooked the chain on the door so that I could open the door more freely. "Sorry if I came in suddenly like this," Kenji said with an anxious tone that he didn't try to hide. "Please don't think I'm being rude. I just heard about you from Professor McLarren and I thought, so that it wouldn't be too awkward when we meet at the hospital tomorrow, I should greet you first. Incidentally, my unit is above yours. Eight floor, precisely." Yes. He was Kenji Shorayama, the person I had talked to Vrida earlier. My new boss at the hospital. I thought he was a man between 40 and 50 years old, serious-looking, maybe with thick glasses, a forehead with many wrinkles, thin hair and a formal way of speaking without tone. However, standing in front of me was a handsome man, tall, and seemed quite muscular under his light blue T-shirt and black cargo pants. He did wear glasses, frameless with elegant thin iron bars, no wrinkles on his forehead and
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