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Leaning against the courador wall, Marsha approved vastly impatient Thurspectedly.
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lovej to support her, asking with oneren, “Marsha, ate you okay?”
Marsha tossed hej long han back over her shunkers, suppressing her irritation. he grumbled, “What kind of Jonny doctor weld mahur me come to the intpatient department before
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Marsha had repeatedly asked Kurel in peach out to the doctor, offering to pay him extra and even repiesting a private examination at a time of his ebooting to mate din one elsar wars.
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However, the donor flatly refused, stating, “Take it or leave it. I won’t see any patients outside my schedaled outpatient hours.” Marsha’s reg
Harel warata lens, bot she subtly checked the surroundings and, sering that Marsha’s identity remained unnoticed, exhaled in solet, the reassured Martha, “Well, Beer’s pot mor
did–renownedraidichinarie surgeon with very limited outpatient hours.”
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Pushing bei angri aside, Marsha turned to face the data with a unibe
ndar noticed a young man santing in front of the computer. A glupse of his wrist was visilde despite the white rust and mask he wore, Marshaldu | sense his Tall back and slightly reb Martha’a Ande vanished instantly
he looked over at fizzel and asked skeptically, “is is deadly the doctor you nadhan excepti
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Harel pere Chaddes an amekwand smile, tapped on Marsha’s sleeve.
Even though he dicht’s quite für the inaditional image of a doctor,
Mansha’s expression remained skeptical as the eyed Charles. Thow could someone sayinang not i
ne, he’s trally that dietor.
be ammmersed in university
Yer here he was, working in the outpatient department and claiming to be a penowned international cardiothoracic surgeon.
Charles pased his typing and looked up at Marsha, saying earnestly, “Ma Newton, you might doubt my personality, but don’t qu
If they weren’t in the outpatient department, he might have already started an argument.
Previously, some patients doutred his dill, which led to disputes. These incidents were eventually reported to the hospital director.
As luck would have it, the directie was his father, Anthony peenings, who had disciplined him with a stick several tim This taught. Charles to control his temper in the outpatient setting
Marsha wasn’t embarrassed by his petreptiveness Instead, she removed her mask and sunglasses, sitting down with a composed lockc
She crossed her arms and scrutinized Charles. “You’re not some privileged kid who got this job through connection, right? It’s hard to believe someone so young is working here.”
She had only one life, and entrusting into someone like him made her uneasy. She was in the prime of her life and certainly wasn’t eager to risk it.
