Pierre was relieved to see that I was so easy to talk to, but he was a little worried. He looked at me and said, “Estella, there's something going on at the bureau."
I nodded sympathetically then said, “Okay, go and handle it.”
Of course, I knew that he wanted to stay and give Bethany some advice. After all, Bethany's professional quality was questionable.
After all, in our school, Bethany was once my senior, but she just delayed her graduation for a few years.
She even had problems graduating, let alone learn medical skills.
Looking at a group of patients who were ecstatic as if they had met a savior, I could not help but feel sarcastic.
I wanted to see how a doctor who did not even recognize the complete structure of the human body dared to boast that she could cure the first patient with intracranial vascular sclerosis in the country.
I started to make health tea in the office as Stella asked, “Senior, are you really not going to do anything?
“We don't have any patients and you are the authority on intracranial neurology.”