"Chill, man. Here I am," said a blonde, trotting up with a medical kit in hand.

He looked to be in his late twenties, his appearance sharp and professional. Yet when he spoke, a thick accent tumbled out, totally out of place with his handsome looks. "Hurry up! If something happens to her, Marion will demolish your hospital," Randy urged.

"Then please, tell him to do it. I've had enough of this job. Demolish the hospital already," William Weaver quipped.

Marion chimed in, "Be quick, or I'll break your head."

William dared not joke around anymore. William shut up and got to work.

After a quick examination, he shrugged. "She's running a high fever. Other than that, nothing serious."

Randy rolled his eyes. "What, you were hoping for something more? Shouldn't you be happy she's not worse off? Do your job before Marion breaks something."

William shot him a mournful look, and Randy urged, "What are you waiting for? Give her the fever reducer."

William complied, taking the fever medicine out. "Look, next time, don't call me for something so minor. I've got like five surgeries lined up, and do you have any idea how brutal the work culture is? My boss makes me pull double shifts with no overtime pay, and for this, I had to take a plane. My boss..."

"Your boss is right there," Randy interrupted, nodding toward the doorway, where Andrew sat calmly in his wheelchair.

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