“But Dear, even if I like you a lot, if I reveal everything, it might not be fun, right? Take your time and wash up.”
At her words, Dylan was momentarily taken aback.
Seizing the opportunity, Lola quickly stood up and left the bathroom.
“I’m going crazy.”
Left alone in the bathroom after Lola left, Dylan gently touched his still warm lips and murmured softly.
Yeah, if it’s really nothing, then it’s fine.
He was just worried that there might be something difficult.
You don’t talk about your feelings much.
Should I ask Gia again? Dylan briefly contemplated but ultimately decided to just observe for a while.
******
After finishing the morning rounds and walking down the corridor where the VIP room was located, Lola’s face lit up with joy upon encountering Nina.
“Nina, is everything okay? You haven’t been answering your phone, and the professor has been quite worried.”
However, Nina’s expression seemed different from before.
Lola sensed hostility in Nina’s gaze directed at her.
‘Did something happen in the meantime?’
Lola felt worried and anxious.
“I didn’t know you were this nosy.”
“Excuse me?”
Nina’s voice was laced with sharpness.
Caught off guard by the sudden change in attitude, Lola could only stand there in confusion.
They weren’t particularly close, but their relationship wasn’t bad either.
“What happened? Nina?”
When Lola cautiously asked, Nina scoffed as if finding it ridiculous.
“It’s none of your business what happens to me. You should just focus on treating my dad as a psychiatrist.”
While it was natural for a doctor to treat and care for patients, there was no reason for her to act coldly towards Lola.
‘I haven’t done anything wrong.’
Lola was momentarily dazed, unable to understand Nina’s chilly demeanor.
“But, is my dad being treated well? It’s been quite a while since he was admitted, and why hasn’t there been any improvement? Is the hospital dragging things out for performance reasons?”
“Nina.”
Lola felt that her words were a bit harsh and was about to respond, but Nina raised her hand to stop her.
“From a guardian’s perspective, it’s only natural to think that way. As a psychiatrist, you should understand how others feel. Should I change hospitals or switch doctors?”
After venting her frustrations, Nina didn’t even give Lola a chance to respond and turned to walk back to the patient room.
Feeling wronged and confused by the sudden hostility, Lola stood there for a long time, lost in thought.
In the VVIP hospital room where Amaya was admitted.
When Lola entered the room, Amaya was noisily munching on an apple.
Despite having caused quite a ruckus the day before, Amaya’s expression appeared calm, yet she didn’t even offer the common greeting upon seeing her attending physician.
Lola pulled a chair closer and attempted to engage in a conversation necessary for treatment.
“How are you feeling today, Amaya?”
“As you can see.”
Amaya replied shortly, shrugging her shoulders lightly.
Lola couldn’t help but frown at her indifferent attitude, but she couldn’t openly show her discomfort.
After all, she was the doctor.
“Can we talk about how you felt the other day?”
“What did I do?”
“Do you not remember?”
“Well, I’m not sure.”
Amaya spoke as if she didn’t really know, maintaining a vague demeanor.
Talking to Amaya made Lola feel a suffocating frustration.
Of course, she had dealt with patients similar to Amaya before, but Amaya seemed quite different.
Her attitude was dismissive, and her tone was exceedingly arrogant, giving the impression that she had no intention of receiving treatment.
“Doctor. Is there more to discuss?”
Amaya simply asked, not bothering to inquire about Lola’s role, and sprawled out on the bed.
Seeing Amaya blatantly refuse to continue the conversation made Lola momentarily speechless.
In the end, today’s consultation had to end here.
Trust had not yet been established with the patient, and the therapeutic relationship was not solidified.
“Well then, please rest.”
As Lola stood up, Amaya suddenly sat up straight.
“Oh, right.”
Amaya spoke as if she had just remembered something.
“Doctor, I almost forgot to mention that sometimes when I find life boring or dull, I get irritated and occasionally lose it. But I’m still a patient, so please try to understand.”
Amaya’s smile was chilling.
What was the difference between saying she got angry and hit someone and asking for understanding?
Lola spoke calmly.
“I’d like to discuss that next time.”
In an instant, Amaya clamped her mouth shut and waved her hand dismissively as if swatting away a fly.
It was a clear indication that she wanted Lola to leave.
So she didn’t seem like a patient who had come for treatment.
Once again, an inexplicable sense of unease crept into Lola’s body, making her feel uncomfortable.
