Doctor from hell

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He looked behind him in astonishment, rubbing his forehead anxiously at this strange employee, whispering in secret, "Oh my God, why are Los Scotlanders so strange and terrifying?"

He searched among the names on the doors to find the desired door on which her name was carved "Linda Jake Nelson."

Under her name above the door was written "Psychiatrist and General Practitioner (comprehensive)"

He took a deep breath and knocked the door and didn't hear an answer, he didn't stop trying until he heard her voice saying, "Get in."

He opened the door to expand his blue eyeballs as soon as he saw her many testimonies on the wall and how she organized her medical instruments.

But he flicked his head to recalculate the main subject for which he had come to see on her desk a plate of meat with vegetables and wine next to it coldly, as if no patient had died of her yesterday.

He felt his blood start to boil and he came out without observing any etiquette with it: "Are you really eating coldly as if you didn't have any patients dead yesterday?"

She glanced at him sharply and his eyes widened when he knew who she was and she was the same woman who accidentally pushed him into the hotel.

The world stopped in front of him for a moment to whisper in his secret in shock
"Is there really a doctor like her who lives in a hotel like this?"

As she tied her hands to turn her back with the movement of the chair and said in a very cold tone, "Okay? And if your friend fights a gunfight, that's not a problem that you hold me accountable for, right, handsome?"

And that was the biggest slap Andy got from a doctor who talks that way and so coldly?

But if he comes up with another perspective, she might be right, and he was just wondering in shock, "What happened to you behind the scenes all this George?"

She stretched out her hand pointing to the empty chair in front of her desk to say to him with a disgusting smile, "Sit down, you shouldn't stay so worried, he went by his actions to the grave and left you with boiling blood of sorrow for you."

He progressed quietly and did not miss the trembling of his feet from the intensity of his fear because her smile brought him horror to some extent to sit on the chair made of leather trying not to scratch him as much as he could from the tension.

She looked into his eyes for a moment and continued with a smile after sipping a little wine, "You know what happened yesterday was out of my control as a GP."

He rubbed his forehead tiredly and sadly because he could not find any useful answer except that it was a medical error and that would have destroyed him.

But she felt sad for his friend, and it was evident from the sudden bowing of his head to stand up from her place and sit on the chair in front of him to say with a cold smile, "We all lose people in our lives, why all this sadness?"

She rubbed her forehead to whisper faintly and grumble at herself, "This is not a good way to talk as a psychologist."

She moderated in her session and said to him with all care and interest
"Look, you have to go on with your life handsome, that companion of yours went to his grave with all that he did, take your time in grief but don't let him control you."

" he is in hell with his actions and you grieve for him these people are definitely strangers."

He then raised his head to get out of his forehead in sorrow for the fate of his friend, "In fact, doctor, I always warned him not to do any bad deeds whatsoever."