
"Sorry, Doctor. I can't accept it," Ziva refused to bow his face deep.
"Why? After all Miss still has to pay, only time can be withdrawn," interrupted Doctor Adit.
"I don't want to get involved with the doctor. I have forgotten what happened in the past. I am so grateful for the help of the doctor today. Sorry, I cannot repay the doctor. Now and in the future, assume we don't know each other. Excuse me," said Ziva getting out of bed. However, again Doctor Adit stopped his steps.
"What else, Doctor?" Pissed Ziva.
"Not today, Miss can't forget about it," replied Doctor Adit smiling meaningfully.
"good. How much does a consultation cost today, Doctor Adit?" Ziva asked as he brushed off Doctor Adit's hand that gripped his arm.
"Two million five hundred thousand rupiah," replied Doctor Adit with a mysterious smile, because wrapped in dimples that make a sweet smile was difficult to interpret.
Ziva.
'Silty plan' those are the two words that Ziva articulated from the mysterious smile of a Doctor Adit. Ziva believes Dr. Adit has other plans, as it is unlikely that the consultation fee could be that expensive. Obviously Doctor Adit knew that Ziva would not be able to pay for it.
"Why? Is Miss not able to pay the bill?" asked Doctor Adit condescendingly.
Fix, the journey of life that Ziva lived was only filled with twists and turns without a straight path in the slightest. Look at how the man who had helped himself, now turned to use him.
"What does Doctor Adit want from me?"
"Only money," he answered blindly Ziva turned a puffed-up eyeball.
"The doctor set me up" Ziva said with a forced smile.
"Miss, I didn't mean to frame Miss. I just don't like stubborn patients like Miss. Patients who give up before struggling, patients who admire their lives are the most suffering in this world. I just want Miss to do some treatment. If not ... I'll tell my Friend about everything that happened in the past" Doctor Adit threatened to leave Ziva with no other choice but to agree.
Alright, this time Ziva received the help of Doctor Adit. Although he did not know what would happen next, whether Doctor Adit really sincerely helped him or had other intentions. Sure, that's for sure, there's no way Doctor Adit doesn't have a plan. Ziva wants to avoid it, but what can be done if retreat is also a danger to him.
"All right, I agree. But the doctor had to promise not to urge me if I didn't have the money to pay for my medical expenses" Ziva said. That is why he hesitates to accept help from strangers.
"If Miss is willing, Miss can help me in this hospital for medical expenses, how?" haggard Doctor Adit.
"I mean, Doctor?" ask Ziva confused.
"Miss can pay for medical expenses by being my Assistant, that's if Miss is willing. If not, it's okay, too" said Dr. Adit made Ziva speechless with a thought that continued to analyze the words of Doctor Adit just now.
Is it true that this Doctor before him was sincere in helping him? Is it true that he helps out of compassion and has no evil plans? Pikri Ziva continues to analyze.
Come to think of it, Doctor Adit looks like a very successful Doctor. He could not possibly be short of money, little hope Ziva instilled in his heart for Doctor Adit. Ziva hopes Doctor Adit is a truly kind and sincere person.
"Is the doctor kidding?" ask Ziva to make sure.
"I'm serious" replied Dr. Adit convinced. For the first time, Ziva could see the sincerity in the beautiful eyes of the handsome Doctor.
Ziva breathed a heavy sigh to reassure his heart. "good. I'm willing to be a Physician Assistant" Ziva replied In the end deciding to accept Doctor Adit to be the third good person after Aunt Aslin and Xena. Although not entirely good, at least they still provide a little profit for Ziva.
"Good, now Miss can go home. Tomorrow, come early in the morning to start work and tomorrow also I will schedule dialysis therapy for Miss," continued Doctor Adit friendly.
"Looks like Doctor Adit is really sincere," Ziva nodded his head in response to Doctor Adit's orders. Afterwards, Ziva immediately went to go home.
"Am I .. in love?" Doctor Adit muttered while feeling his chest that was still irregularly shaped.
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Angel wesss, her rival beratš„²