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The doctor said as he sat down. His glass sat on the bridge of his nose, his hair almost covering half of his face, and his lips still pulled tight to each other as he scanned his table. He fished a book out and placed it in front of Reyna. “What’s this doctor?” She asked, eyes darting between the book and the doctor. “Go through it.” He said as he adjusted his glasses. Reyna looked at him once again, her throat feeling constructed without opening the book again. She clenched her jaw, closing her eyes for a split second and her heart beating dramatically on her chest. She opened the file, her eyes scanning through it as her brows started pulling together immediately.

If he wants to be one of those doctors who only treats patients for money, that’s not my problem. As for me, I know what kind of doctor I’m going to be. I may or may not deserve to be a doctor, but I am one, and I’m going to do my best to save as many lives as I can. I’m not going to turn away anyone who needs my help. That’s how I’m going to survive – by knowing I’m saving lives, that I’m helping others. Not just that, I’m going to thrive.

"Listen son. The doctor is my responsibility. And I will definitely make sure that she is safe. I won't let anything happen to her. Because she is my partner." "So she is the same person. What...! What do you mean by your partner?" Asked Mickey. "We work together. And I believe before anything else, her safety comes fast to me. Don't worry. " Alex was seated smirking at their conversation until his mother managed to hang up the phone then turned at him. "Why are you smiling?" She asked with need. "I smell something fishy. Mom! You realize that the doctor loves your company? And not only that. She also flirts with you. She is definitely interested in you."

Just you wait, I'll kill him, Joe thought. "What's wrong, Doctor? Is my condition really that serious?" Joe asked, his heart filled with anxiety. Cold sweat was even beginning to form on his temples. Truly, he was really scared. He did not believe in medical treatment. He believed in traditional or herbal remedies. However, when it came to medical examinations, he trusted them completely. "Well, Doctor? Why are you so quiet?" Joe asked impatiently. He had paid a lot of money to be examined at a private hospital that had so many doctors who had graduated overseas.

With a deep frown, the doctor went through the documents and looked up as I collapsed into the guest chair. “Doctor, I've had enough now. I want the truth now; everyone here is acting mysterious,” I ordered him, slipping some of my Beta authority through my tone. “There is no easy way to introduce you to what we've found out, Johnston. I'm going to tell you plainly,” he began. My heart started to beat faster.

Sometimes, I have this inkling feeling that he’s trying to help us. But, for what? I try not to focus on the darkness, as I shut my eyes. -- The doctor’s office is large; it smells of drugs and syringes. I don’t particularly like hospitals; it makes me so damn sick. The doctor, a man in his early fifties with graying hair and a polite smile keeps saying, “It’s such a miracle! In all my fifty-five years of living, I never would have expected to see a Primordial wolf sitting opposite me.”

"Yes, I am. I'm glad you are here also." "So how is he doing? Any signs of fever or something else?" She shook her head. "Nothing at all. Just irregular breathing." The doctor nodded and placed his briefcase on the small table in front of him. He took a seat on the couch and opened the briefcase. It was filled with green, brown and transparent bottles that had liquids and powders of different colors in it. Lilith couldn't read the inscriptions on each bottle because they were really tiny. The doctor himself had to squint, even with his glasses on. He finally picked out a bottle. It was larger than the others and contained a thick brown liquid.

The Proficiency and Honesty of Great Doctors" is. "It was written by Sun Simiao from the Tang Dynasty. It was the first volume of "Invaluable Prescriptions for Ready Reference." It was an extremely important document in the Chinese medicine classics about medical ethics, which must be read by those who studied medicine. I thought this was the original intention of the teacher when she posed this challenge.

Poor thing. James nodded at me as I stepped out of the car. “Just remember everything I told you, Miss Normani,” he said firmly, emphasizing the name. I inhaled deeply and nodded. “T-Thank you, James.” He gave me one last look, then drove away. That was my signal. It was time to begin. Last night, I went over the folder the Montoyas gave me. James helped too, filling in the small details about my sister and her marriage. He said things weren’t good between her and Fabio.

I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pocket, snapping my attention back to the doctor. "Doctor…" I minced, my hand gripping the doorknob. I barely twisted it before the door gave way, swinging open into his office. Despite the clutter of paperwork and documents stacked on every surface, the sterile scent of disinfectant still clung stubbornly to the air. The doctor settled into his chair, gesturing for me to do the same. I sat reluctantly, one hand drumming impatiently on the table as he struggled with the seal of a thick envelope. At last, he slid the contents across to me.