
"Thank you, Doctor Jenner. I can't express the magnitude of our gratitude for the time you've spent helping with your development here."
Kendall received Harry's handshake. "Either. Once filed, you will receive approval within thirty days."
"That means we don't have enough time to complete the clinic or hire staff."
"Khloe has a list of basic equipment and supplies you'll need. As for the staff, I'll help you as much as I can, from afar." Kendall has signed an unsigned contract.
Harry raised his hand. "Waste it when you've really decided to leave."
Kendall nodded. "Do you know when my car is repaired?"
"Hmm. unfortunately not."
"Do you know if a replacement gas line has arrived?"
Harry seemed to be misbehaving. "Hmm. no. David takes care of."
Kendall folded her hands. "Mrs. Booker, I want to leave immediately. I need my car."
"You sure there's nothing we can do to make you change your mind? Have you seen the clinic?"
"Not yet" Kendall admitted. "But I won't change my mind."
Harry nodded. "I'll talk to David. We'll fix your car as soon as possible."
Kendall smiled. "Yes, please. After the submission was completed, I didn't have much activity. Unless your sister bribes other patients for me."
Harry looked down and embarrassed.
"I haven't seen him in the last few days" Kendall said calmly. "How's the leg?"
Harry pursed his lips. "I think he's more distracted than he's shown. I've told you so many times that he rests a lot."
"Maybe you'd feel calmer if I told you. He's been through a lot worse and won't listen to the doctor's words either" Kendall said. "It seems your sister has a rebellious nature."
"Indeed. But that trait was useful in his life too." Harry smiled broadly. "And it seems women like it."
Kendall glanced coldly at him.
"Hmm. not all women," Harry quickly corrected. "David is like that, but if he is determined to do something, he will certainly realize. For example, rebuilding this city. If anything happens to me tomorrow, I'm sure David will still be able to meet the government's deadline."
"You and your sister seem very close." murmured Kendall. The warmth of the family was foreign to him.
"In difficulty and pleasure" said Harry with a small laugh.
"Your sister showed me where your house used to be."
Kendall hesitated, regretting her words. Harry clearly smelled something in that simple act. "I think he's trying to comfort me. That place is beautiful."
Harry nodded, but looked at Kendall with a strange look. "I think I'd better let you get back to work, Doctor Jenner."
They both knew the remark was just a joke, but Kendall began to feel clumsy with the direction of their conversation, so she did not argue. Harry thanked him again, then left.
After the door closed, Kendall thought about Harry's comments about her sister. David Booker plans to develop this remote mountain town and spend the rest of his life here. According to the estimated number of residents in the document, the Booker family has big plans for Happiness. But all Kendall could imagine was living in an aquarium, where everyone knew her every move. Where he should participate in the lives of everyone and let them do the same in return.
Kendall was ready to throw the contract in the trash, but then changed her mind and put it in the desk drawer.
For the next doctor to come.
He paced back and forth in the practice room, feeling confined, resisting the urge to run out and walk towards the main highway to the border between countries. He was tempted to ask one of the women to drive him back to Denville, but he wanted to get out of there as quietly as possible. They were all very pushy, constantly inviting her to come to the room after dinner to listen to music and gossip. But Kendall felt her arrival would be disturbing, as she was afraid they would want to talk about her breakup with her ex-fiance. Even if they did not ask, he knew they were thinking about such a thing when they saw it. They pity him.
It made him want to protect himself and stay away from them.
Kendall massages the temples and nasal passages to relieve pressure from allergies, which seem to be lodged in the head. This allergy alone is enough to make it back to Virginia, a biting winter that destroys rampant allergy-causing heat and takes out a hunk of black candy from Kristofer, not because it believes in its efficacy, but because chewing something can reduce the pressure in the ear.
After all, he was beginning to miss his sharp taste of the story. He groaned happily when the door was on gedor. Before he could respond, the door opened wide. David Booker stood there, with his big body and crutches.
Kendall's shock at seeing the man sparked her annoyance. He swallowed the candy in his mouth. "Why bother knocking, Mr. Booker, if you mean to break in."
"I'm sorry" said David, stepping aside to make way for the men who followed him. "It's an emergency."
That's when Kendall saw the blood on David's shirt. He immediately got up. "Is anyone hurt?" His mind immediately focused on the most important things in handling trauma. But when they put the bleeding patient in bed and got out of the way, Kendall was stunned.
"That's. deer."
David gestured for the other men to leave, then stared. "True. fawn, exactly. He ran to the road, jumped to the side of the tractor I was driving."
Kendall raised her hand with an expression of disbelief. "Mrs. Booker, I'm not a vet. I don't know how to treat animals, especially wild ones."
David looked surprised. "Why indeed? Broken legs are the same. You couldn't put it in a cast?"
"And give him crutches to use temporarily until his legs heal? This is not the same as treating humans. Not even similar."
David's face became cloudy. "Come on, Little Doctor Ma'am, surely you can do something."
David's expression broke Kendall's heart. He relented and came forward to check on the condition of the deer. The animal's hairy chest trembled up and down, but the deer did not open its eyes. Kendall pulled the stethoscope out of her suit pocket and placed it gently on the deer's chest. The fur of the animal is dense and smooth, its body temperature is warm.Warmer than the human temperature as Kendall remembers, normal for many creatures. His heart rate was fast, but weak, and his legs sounded normal.
Kendall frowned. That's all he knows.
The deer's eyes opened, spinning wildly, and the animal tried to stand up. David's crutches fell as he rushed forward to hold on. He stroked the neck of the deer and let out soothing sounds so that the animal calmed down. Kendall recalls the scene in the tower as David holds the bluebird. The man was good at handling wild animals.
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