New Happiness, Begins
Part 4's

Doctor Kendall Jenner finally truly regrets her hard journey to Happiness, Carolina.

"Survated," he muttered while squatting observing the state of the man who had just delivered his warm greetings in this remote place, before he finally collapsed like a sack of potatoes.

He thought the sheer magnitude of the movement on top of the tower was just a delusion. Unexpectedly, it turned out that this stupid man was testing gravity.

*the long journey from Denville, Virginia, left him very tired, dusty, hungry, and riled up. Plus the chatter of the three women who were with him in the car really ruined his mood-*perfectly. Kylie, Hailey, and Gigi even memorized the newspaper ad they responded to: The new city of Happiness, Carolina, is looking forward to a hundred single women who have the passion to pioneer a new life! Bla, blah, blah. And what excited them the most was the part that promised many North single men. Even Hailey Baldwin seems to think of this as a great adventure of the manhunt.

Kendall pursed her lips. She may be the only woman who is not looking for a husband, but she is now the first to come forward to a group of men.

Not that it matters. Among all the tall, crazy, and very feminine women like Hailey, she is tomboyish and mediocre. Kendall knew her appearance did not meet the requirements and that was not all. That fact was evident from the faint flash of disappointment in the hazel eyes of his patients, as he walked over. She was never the prettiest girl, but she was usually the smartest. And it must be beneficial for the big, strapping man who is lying down in need of his help at this time.

"Please give us some space" he told the crowd, putting bags of medical supplies on the ground.

My sweat dripped from my temple and my nerve endings trembled every time I handled an emergency situation, her inner self.

Kendall reached out to hold her patient's forehead, but felt no warmth from the intense heat of the day - the patient did not have a fever. Then he turned to the patient's wrist to check the pulse. The man was conscious and breathing, but his eyes were glaring.

"What's the victim's name?" kendall asked the man nearby, who also had the same iris color.

"David, Ma'am" he replied "David Booker. I'm Harry Booker-I'm his brother."

"My ankles." Answer David

"There again?" ask Kendall

David grimacing. "My worth."

That made Kendall smile. "Do you have any drug allergies?"

David nodded with great difficulty.

"OK, hold it. I'll try to make you feel less sick" Kendall said

Kendall took out a syringe and a bottle of pain medication while keeping a close eye on the patient's face to check the facial hue. During the observation, he saw thick eyebrows, a high nose, and pretty seductive ranum lips. The fact that he is more handsome than most of his patients in Denville does not make a difference - a sick and wounded beautiful body is as mediocre as even below average.

But still, when Kendall touched David's biceps for alcohol, then injected the smooth brown skin, she admitted that healthy muscles could receive and spread painkillers more effectively. But his admiration only got there.

Because a second later, the tension on the patient's face loosened and the man let out a sigh. "It feels like.. Little Doctor Mom..."

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