Doctor from hell

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In that province, which was known for its calm and the lack of people in a large way, as is the case in the rest of the provinces.

And specifically in a hotel where its residents are located and known as very strange and dark as well.

Also, that apartment building has a bad reputation because of its residents as they already have very strange qualities.

Or maybe that province was known for its strange actions, no wonder in its inhabitants if the homeland is not safe.

One of the women living there, with chestnut hair and wide hazel eyes, landed in her gold earrings.

She was amazingly beautiful with her slightly plump body and clothes that harmonized perfectly, she looked like a woman had descended from heaven.

But she is really a woman who is completely the opposite of her characteristics.

She rushed out to that dark clinic to turn on the lights and took off her coat to hang it and took her medical coat and looked at her testimonies hanging in the room in a very strange way.

She laughed hysterically and whispered faintly as she looked at her autobiography, "Linda Nelson, I'm really sorry for you."

She sighed and one of her colleagues hurriedly stormed into the room and said, "Dr. Linda! You have to come there a patient who needs help, and maybe you might like it."

She popped her fingers and put on her medical gloves and went out to see that man injured in his foot as if he had been shot to hide her smile and rushed to help him accompanied by her colleague and took him directly to her room to put him on the bed quietly suspiciously.!

She looked at her blond colleague and signaled him to leave, nibbling her lower lips triumphantly to go to that box, brought her medical instruments and took out the tweezers so that the bullet could leisurely come out of the thigh of the man struggling with death.

But she suddenly stopped doing this for a few minutes and her stop was very strange from a skilled doctor like her!

That man looked at her to say to her grumblingly as he held his wound painfully, "Why did you stop working? You're really not as good as having your testimonies on these walls, what a shame."

She felt angry at him to look at the tweezers in her hands and immediately planted it on the wound forcefully to scream in pain that she did not feel until the time of shooting.

Trying to control himself, he shouted, "What have you done, you?"

She approached him to let that cold sweat pour on his forehead from the horror of his pain and approached him to whisper in his ear faintly, "I swear to those who swear that you will not come out alive from here and you in particular, whoever dares Linda to see her dark side."

"And then you, George Banjo, I remember you very well too, womanizer, and you want me to save you after you did that to me and with that high school boy."

She smiled as she gently wiped his head and whispered again after taking out the tweezers, which were filled with blood, "We have to keep it out."

In another part of the UK, in that warm house that embraces his family, our other hero wakes up in panic from the sound of his phone, which rings for the umpteenth time, perhaps at this hour of the afternoon.

He looked at his phone to find that the number was strange, to answer immediately, and he added, itching his hair and in a sleepy tone, "Hey, I'm Andy Hughes, who's with me?"

As the owner of the call said to his speech, his eyeballs expanded in shock, and immediately after that moment the sleep went from him and he ran quickly to the bathroom to do his routine and carry his personal belongings and also carry his backpack with some clothes as he intended to go to the village of Los Scotland.