"We talked about the care of appendectomy patients, sir." Nurse Moore said. "Just this morning, in the children's ward. Old Doctor Black was also there."
"Dare you lie in front of me?" Neil was furious. He faced the director and said, "What kind of organization do you manage here?"
The director crossed his arms on his swollen belly. "I don't know who you saw or talked to, Doctor Black, but there is no such nurse in our staff. You offended me, my hospital and my nurse. . The matter is over."
"When this matter is over, I will say it again. Remember me, if I find that you know anything about this woman, or have concealed her identity or anything about it from me in any way, I will let You serve as chairman."
Neil walked out of the room angrily.
Claire followed him when he woke up, but before then she said to the hospital director: "It's not your fault, sir. She is my guardian angel. You can't know it. I don't even know until she Tell me "show a half-dignity, half-knee in the clothes of a dead woman."
After Neal checked Sybil, they drove back to the institute in silence. Sippel is in good condition, lying comfortably in her pussy, playing with a doll.
After ensuring that Sybil had sutured the wound normally and received proper treatment, Neal ordered Claire to find the clothes she was wearing at the academy. Claire searched the room but couldn't find it anywhere. Nurse Moore dutifully checked the laundry, her mouth was tough. She did it roughly and reported that Claire's uniform could not be found. The look in her eyes told me that this was exactly what she was looking forward to. She didn't know what trick Dr. Black was playing, but she didn't.
Claire had never seen Neil Black so angry. When he was sitting in the driver's seat of a car, she could feel his anger emanating. He is very swift and violent every turn, beyond the necessary and cautious range. He looked at her in the rearview mirror from time to time. He shook his head and gritted his teeth every time.
Claire sat in the back seat and got into the corner, drilling out the crack between the bench and the car door. When Neal acted recklessly again, she supported herself with her hands. This time the tires made a sharp noise. She intends to open the door and let herself fall onto the sidewalk, but her self-preservation feels prevailing, and she can't let herself do that.
Neil opened his mouth as if to talk, then closed it again. He stepped the accelerator to the floor, and the car trembled and twisted to the ground. He turned abruptly, avoided the slow tractor on the road, and knocked them into a strawberry field.
The car rumbling to a halt.
He turned off the ignition and held onto the steering wheel tightly. He spit out every swear word Claire had heard, and some she hadn't heard. He hit the steering wheel as hard as he could with his hands, and every word had to be emphasized.
Claire stared at him. She was scared. She knew very well how terrible it was to look at someone who was completely out of control. She saw this the night her father walked out of the house, and he never came back. Now, she regretted not jumping out of the car.
Kicked the car door, staggered out of the car, staggered, getting drunk in anger. He stomped back and forth, then turned and kicked the door. The car trembled under the force of force.
He walked around the car and opened Claire's door.
"Get out, Claire!" His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened. When he spoke, his mouth barely moved.
Claire slid from the bench to the other side of the car. He reached out to catch her, but she moved a little faster and just slipped out of his hand.
"Get out now!" he growled. He gripped the frame tightly and began to rock back and forth. Neil Black is a big man, and the more angry he is, the bigger he looks. "Come out by yourself, Claire. Don't let me follow you in."
"Stop!" Claire shouted, "If you stop, I will come out."
Neil tried to calm himself down, but he did not succeed, even though he managed to get out of the car. He crossed his arms and stood with his feet apart, waiting for Claire to come out. Claire didn't know what he would do to her after she got out of the car. A glance at Neil's face made it clear that even he was not sure what he was going to do.
Claire didn't retreat to his seat and exited the door Neil had opened. Instead, he opened another door, the far door, the door she was pressing on. She came out and kept staring at Neal. She straightened her body, not tall. The car stopped between them, and she stepped back a few steps so that Neal could be clearly seen on the roof.
She watched the ever-changing emotions on Neil's face. Everyone takes turns to see if it is suitable-anger, anger, despair, love, hatred, and disgust. He decided not to be angry anymore.
"I won't hurt you," he finally spoke after considering all possible ways to hurt her. He thinks that most of them are within the scope of his authority. After all, she was his guardian, and he was punished more severely for less money. There is no doubt that Claire should be punished.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Claire, you make me very embarrassed. As soon as we come back, I will take you to my father. I am afraid that no matter what punishment he thinks is appropriate, I can do nothing."
"I understand," she said.
""Yes? Do you understand?" He shook his head. "Do you know where you put me? I think he has some doubts about the relationship between us, even if it is not a complete doubt, there is a certain degree of doubt, everything is in balance-my work, my participation, my reputation. All of this is because you can't control your scheming, the way of indulging others. You have to run away. Put the institute to shame. What a shame. Do you have no sense of honor? Is there nothing in you that is not selfish and selfish? Have you ever thought about me? And everything I will lose?"
"sorry."
"Excuse me? Are you sorry?"
"I love you," Claire said. She began to cry. She felt empty. These words clicked in her head, and then came out of her mouth.
"Do you love me? But you always want to leave me? What kind of love is that? Everything I fight for is threatened because of you. Of all this, the most hurtful thing is that I can't One thing to stop thinking about is that you keep trying to leave me. You leave me!" Neil clenched his fist, raised his fist to the sky, shouting out his frustration and anger. He yelled and screamed. Claire started to cry with fright.
"Do you have any fast food?" Ming Fu asked.
They walked sneakily along the corridor, looking around. The two men didn't look like masters of crime, but they seemed to have escaped from the jīng god ward. Crazy One wore ill-fitting sweatpants. He was barefoot, tattooed, roaring, and huge-Qiufu liked to transform even when he had nothing to do. Madman, with bruises on his face and neck, wearing white silk pajamas, one thousand dollar brown leather wingtips polished gleamingly, no socks.
In response to a ridiculous question, Bruce patted his pocketless pajamas, as if Toro would leave the key in nothing, let alone the speed.
"Nothing," Bruce said. "It's just my good name." He grinned arrogantly.
"That will be the only way then," Toyuo said.
"If we are caught, I will tell him that you took me away against my will," Bruce said solemnly.
Akio said, "You do what you have to do."
They are almost reaching the stairwell.
"Can I help you?" a voice asked from behind.
The two stopped and turned around slowly. A young and beautiful nurse smiled sweetly with a plate of delicious and valuable things. She was not surprised to see Bruce Deman sneaking into the hall. She has worked here for a long time, knowing that wealthy people behave eccentrically in most situations and it is best not to question or attract attention. She hopes that one day she can have enough money to do such things and escape punishment.
Bruce paused, trying to come up with something smart or charming. The nurse waited, always with a patient smile on her face. Bruce took too many painkillers to think clearly. He shook his head, trying to loosen something, but nothing came out.
He whispered to Toyuo from his mouth, "I think we should run away."
"Damn it," Ming Fu said.
The two of them ran along the corridor. Bruce can run whether he is drugged or not. He went out in a hurry.
"Don't say it!" He called the nurse over his shoulder. The nurse still had a smile on her face, even though her eyes were not so sure. "I paid a considerable price for silence." In the last part, he managed to half-turn around, blinking while still running. He just tripped.
Claire was sitting in the small living room next to the old Dr. Black's office. As soon as they arrived, Neil was called into the office. He stayed in it for a long time.
Doctor Black spoke loudly, but the wall was so thick that Claire couldn't hear what they were talking about. She can distinguish between Neil's voice and the deep bass drum of Old Doctor Black, nothing more.
The old Doctor Black is mainly in charge of the speech.
Claire leaned her head on the high-back wing chair and looked at the ceiling, her fingers twisted on her knees. She tried, but couldn't keep her legs still.
She can sit in the waiting room forever, but the door will be opened soon and she will be called to the old Doctor Black's office. She had never been there, and she had never thought of going to see the inside of that room.
She stood up and walked around in the small room. There are no windows and nothing to see. The walls were painted dimly light green. No bookshelves, no pictures, no books, no newspapers, nothing. There is a chair and a small sofa in the room. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)