PSYCHOPATH DOCTOR [AS PUBLISHED]
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***Michael Lorenz And Family***

My footsteps led me to one of the nurseries. I turned the door knob. And the first object I saw was a little girl in two with a guy my age.

"Hello "my friendly broom melts the atmosphere and to neutralize the fear that the little girl might feel.

But it was beyond my expectations that little girl smiled sweetly at me.

"Hi" he answered cheerfully. Oh that reminds me of my sister Cecillia when I was a kid. But still, this little girl was not Cecillia.

"What complaint? " just ask the guy who was with her. Maybe brother.

"My son keeps moaning. Said his stomach ache" said the man who turned out to be his father. It was beyond my expectations. The man looked young and the same age as me.

Oh maybe I should have married and had a child like her.

"Oh.. Let me check, open your mouth" I said. The little girl complied. I pressed his chest with a stethoscope.

What a little girl who is obedient and not fussy.

"What's your name beautiful? " tanyaku. He smiled broadly and replied, "Amanda"

"Amanda's the girl who's got the nerve? What if the doctor injects? " tanyaku.

For a moment his expression was a little frightened. "Emmm.. Doesn't it hurt? " he looked doubtful.

"No, it doesn't hurt, maybe like an ant bite" I said reassuring the little girl.

"Alright "he said with a tense expression. I laugh.

"No, I'm just kidding" I said with a crisp laugh as she was so sweet as to put on such an expression.

I saw his father smiling a little at my pranks.

"Well brave girl, you may come back, take this medicine and follow your father's words" I said as I stroked his head gently.

When I finished, I talked to his father about the rules of taking the medicine I gave him.

I also passed into my room. Yeah, as always. If there were no patients I would definitely sit back and enjoy a cup of hot coffee and read the newspaper today.

There's been a lot of talk about murder in the newspapers I read about. There were robberies, rapes, looting and much more and it ended in fatalities.

Yeah, that's how it lives. Some live, some die, some live and then killed and then die.

The game of nature is cruel. I heard my door knock. I nodded a little and then got out of my seat and opened the door.

It turned out to be a nurse complete with her panicked expression.

"What's wrong? " me ask with an anxious expression. Actually just a cover.

"There was a male patient who was the victim of the shooting, quickly doc, we have to deal with it" the nurse said. I nodded and followed the nurse.

We entered the ER room. Did he get serious enough injuries that he had to be taken to the ER room?

I was shocked to see the male patient lying on the bed with blood soaking in her white clothes.

He was struggling to possibly endure the pain and I loved the sight.

As the man squirmed felt an incredible pain. I really enjoyed that view. Think of it as eye wash.

I approached him. The smell of a rancid smell filled my nostrils. It is more fragrant than the most expensive perfume in the world.

Right now, I'm becoming a doctor. I have to act like a doctor. Or everyone in this room will be suspicious.

As I was about to push the needle, the man's hand moved and hit my hand until the needle I was holding fell. And broken. The serum was also spilled.

I'm really upset. What the fuck!

I want to break his hand. But I have to be reasonable.

"You guys, hold both hands and feet "I said a little growling holding back emotions. The male and female nurses were somewhat surprised by my words.

But they did according. I wear my mask and rubber gloves. Then I took the scalpel.

"I'm sorry, the dope is over. What you fell for was the last dope serum" I said with a look of horror.

The nurses looked to be frowning them. It seems like they are starting to feel strange about my attitude. But I don't care.

I grabbed his leg and I placed the scalpel I was holding onto to get the bullet out of there.

"Yahoo!!!! "

Her screams were like beautiful melodies in my ears. And I'm getting more and more happy tearing up his skin and flesh.

I took a clamp and broke through the wound to get a bullet.

"Yeah!!!! " again the ear-splitting scream made a stunning tremor in my ear.

I managed to get the bullet out. And there's a few more bullets. I smiled behind my mask.

♡♥♡♥♡♥♡

I walked towards the sink and washed both my hands with antiseptic.

After that, I went back to my room. There was already Doctor Dhika sitting while reading the newspaper I read.

I frowned in confusion. Why is he in my room while he has his own.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Michael" he said without looking at me. I sat facing him too.

"Ah, good afternoon, Doctor Dhika" I replied kindly. Not forgetting my smile.

He glanced at me then smiled wryly.

Hmh! I don't like his haughty expression. He is just more senior than me.

"I heard you just operated on a male patient who was the victim of the shooting" Dhika said.

"Yes, that's right.. Why why anyway? " tanyaku. "I heard you operated without drugs" Dhika said.

Oh so he wants to talk about that. How irritating. I'll deal with him.

"Yes, it's because he dropped the last dope for her "my answer.

"When you know there's still a lot of dope serum in the drug room.. Or you deliberately won't sedate her" Dhika said with a suspicious expression.

I knit my eyebrows in annoyance. He was annoying as well.

"So she can satisfy your fantasies.. You're.. Psychopathic right? "

I'm really going to be the next victim. And tomorrow's newspapers will be more interesting. Haha

         ***So there's a name above the paragraph it means POV her yes... As above.. That's Michael**'s POV***

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Ucu Irna Marhamah's