With Susan acting rashly like that, Madame Murtlock was furious. Her aura is like a ferocious dog ready to attract anyone who bullies her. Ziofra and Yasmine were shocked but burst out laughing, while the other young female doctor was so shocked that she almost fell.
“SUSAN!”
So…
Dr. Audagird let it be and told Madame Murtlock to calm down, before her's anger grew.
"But, doctor?"
"It's okay, Madame," Dr. Audagird turned to the others. "Can I conclude that the little flat is doing well?"
Everyone nodded, except for Susan who was still holding Dr. Audagird.
"There is one. Abigail's room,” Susan commented suddenly.
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Madame Murtlock protested at the Halphazard woman.
Susan let go of her embrace on Dr. Audagird. She explained that about a week ago Abigail had told her that the heater in her room was broken. Susan said it wasn't a big deal because the blankets still worked great.
"But Abigail didn't report to me?"
"Because Abi doesn't want to bother an old woman who is very busy?"
Hearing that, Madame Murtlock immediately grabbed Susan's right ear, tugging at it until she got off the table.
“Ouchoucouch!! Blimey!” Susan clutched her ears, screeching in pain.
“Fix your behavior so that your ears or not the rest of you suffer!”
“Another part? So vulgar~” Susan said jokingly.
At that remark, Madame Murtlock tweaked her ears even harder until they turned red. Until dr. Audagird intervened, until it was then that Madame Murtlock wanted to release her torment on Susan's ear. Dr. Audagird told them to refocus.
“Okay, Abigail's room thing will be sorted out with me later. Oh yes, the general practitioner consultation fee for the nurses is free along with the medicine,” she added, turning to Madame Murtlock. “For the time being, donor funds are still being used for this. Maybe you are thinking 'isn't there still more?' Well, I can't possibly spend all the funds. After all, we will need to calculate the general practitioner's maintenance costs. Also, maybe in the future I will hire a finance manager. Don't worry, the funds will definitely be delivered. Any more questions Madame Murtlock?"
The nurses were relieved to hear Dr. Audagird.
Madame Murtlock asks another question regarding the many donors and investors who complain about things that don't make sense.
“Well, I'm aware of the Kara case that Mr. Clovis asked me to fired her. She was also only two weeks into the job, and that was purely my fault. But there is a problem that does not make sense and is not related. For example the issue of stale drugs, rude service, and the likes. There is even an issue about dead patients being left to rot in the basement disturbing potential donors and investors, Dr. Audagird. Frankly, I am overwhelmed if one by one they visit here, "
Dr. Audagird hands pulled together and her chin rested on top of her.
“Hm… there is no other way than to prove that the issue is fictitious. The settlement around Patronal Desmene really hates the presence of this place, so I assume it's their doing,"
Dr. Audagird was silent for a moment looking at the table. She thought to solve this problem as soon as possible.
"Fictitious issues will never be proven if they are not proven,"
"Meaning, Madame?"
“While I'm here, just make a schedule for potential donors or potential investors to visit. We'll show them around until they getting bored!” Dr. Audagird seemed to be burning with enthusiasm. Her smile resembled Susan's mischievous smile. “Hahahaha, let's make them swallow their own spit!”
Everyone fell silent watching her evil laugh. For a moment she realized that she was embarrassing herself.
“Eh-ahem!” she added. "Something like that. My bad, bad habit."
"Anything else, Madame Murtlock?"
“A-ah, yes…. As for the doctor's schedule, is there only Miss Cormick? I-I mean, won't she be overwhelmed later?” Madame Murtlock looked at the doctor next to Dr. Audagird with a smile.
"Ah! My dear, Sasha!” Susan relapsed with her behavior. In a flash, however, Madame Murtlock pulled at her hair, preventing Susan from jumping the way she had done Dr. Audagird.
Dr. Cormick, the geeky woman with twintail hair was a little frightened by Susan's behavior.
“Ah, about that…”
#Knock! knock!
"Come in, please!"
Abigail arrives with a bottle of Estelle wine that Mr. Clovis gave. Everyone seemed excited to enjoy the expensive wine.
"There's only half of it left, I hope that's enough for you all."
"Ah, Abi, is your work done?" asked Madame Murtlock.
Abigail put the bottle of wine on the table. “Patients in rooms 32 and 33 have had dinner, taken medicine, and taken a warm bath. Oh yes, Mr. Clovis is still out,”
"Ah, thank you, Abi."
"Excuse me." Abigail is out.
After out, Madame Murtlock remembered something.
"Oh yes, Dr. Audagird, how about Ambercourt?”
“The Julia Chalice thing? Oh, they will still supply, really. Otherwise, I will kick their leader's ass!”
***
A warm bath at night certainly makes anyone comfortable and relieves fatigue after work. Without exception, Verlette.
When she woke up in the morning, her fingers were creative again, no wonder Verlette was nicknamed the robot girl. Of course, she didn't hear those words directly, but with a special feeling.
But this time, Verlette had to be satisfied because her knitting today produced a new sweeter. Who would have thought that it would end up being sweeter? What is clear, she should be satisfied for today. Sleeping at night, would be the second easiest thing to do.
Except…
Julia Chalice's odd smile. Even if Verlette closed her eyes, it didn't mean she didn't hear her footsteps.
(Clovis… hasn't come yet….) thought Verlette feeling troubled. All this time she had always depended on that cheerful-faced man.
She so nervous, squinting and peeking…
(What is… Julia doing?)
For the first time and only witnessed by Verlette, Julia Chalice did something different, apart from contemplating and daydreaming.
Julia Chalice, looking at the results of Verlette's knitting. She held, turned, and observed from various angles. Her hands were still handcuffed and the chain wasn't long enough to see the hat and knitted bag.
Verlette's anxiety gradually accumulated.
“You… what are you… doing?” Verlette couldn't hold back.
Despite the sudden sound, Julia Chalice didn't seem too surprised.
“This… less from good.” Julia Chalice turned slightly, holding the purple sweeter arm that Verlette had just made. “Bland, plain, and not elegant….”
Verlette got up and pushed back the covers.
“That… really… not pleasant to hear,” said Verlette in an even though disappointed voice.
"Well, I'm trying to be honest…." Julia Chalice looked back at the sweetener.
Verlette got up from her bed, approached Julia Chalice.
Her eyes were now out of sleep. A blood-red flame opened wide.
Now Verlette was right behind Julia Chalice. Verlette watched the chain extend all the way to the front of the bed.
Verlette's hands moved strangely, in a clawing pose.
“Tell… me, Julia….”
Verlette was about to rush to grab the back of Julia Chalice's collar. Her two eyes were sharp like a vampire about to rip open the mouth of that impolite slave.
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