It was almost 10 minutes after the arrival of the middle-aged man who wore a white shirt, and it could say that Clara didn't interact because she was confused by the middle-aged man who was now in front of her who looked at her and occasionally glanced at Mr. K without saying anything.
Meanwhile, Chris, after shrieking in shock, called his father, immediately shuddered in horror, and chose to sit quietly on the sofa without opening his mouth.
To dilute the atmosphere, the middle-aged man sighed slightly for a moment before starting his conversation.
"So this girl you mean is my patient?" asked Mr. K's father.
"Yes, she is a patient that I mean, dad," said Mr. K at last, while Clara, who heard him, took a sip of her saliva with difficulty.
'What the heck is this? Isn't the man in front of me a doctor? Then dad? so ... Mr. K's father is a doctor?'
"I will examine you, first I will take your blood sample for further examination," said Mr.K's father to Clara, which ended with a smile that emanated from Mr.K's father's face.
Clara just nodded her head slightly.
After that, Mr. K's father draws a small amount of blood from Clara and hand it over to the nurse behind him.
"What's your name?" asked Mr. K's father softly.
"Clara doc," said Clara politely.
Mr. K's father is smiling at Clara.
"Since when did you know Kevin?"
"Whe—"
Just now, Clara was about to answer.
In a hurry, Mr.K grabbed Clara and gave the code not to continue her sentences.
"Clara needs to rest, dad; later, I will explain to you," said Mr.K coldly.
"Don't be like that to your dad," Clara argued, feeling uncomfortable with the man in front of her.
Mr. K turns to look at Clara.
"This is my business," said Mr.K briefly.
"The doctor is asking me; I don't like you like this," Clara said irritably.
Oh, come on, what's wrong with her word? Clara is only answering questions that she thinks makes sense, especially Clara appreciates people who are older than her and don't forget that Clara loves her family even though for now, Clara prefers to live independently in her apartment.
Mr. K was just silent, neither answering nor refuting Clara's words.
Chris, who had been sitting on the couch watching their interaction, suddenly felt a little enlightenment to break his family's atmosphere, which had tended to be cold and stiff.
"Sorry, Mr eh Kevin doc," said Clara politely.
Because she felt not right about her position, which was just lying on her bed, Clara finally tried to sit herself down with difficulty until...
"Stay where you are ... you're still weak," said Mr. K's father, holding Clara's body position, who just wanted to get up.
"Ah bu-... but ... aww .." said Clara with a small grimace.
"Don't say anything ... what dad said is right... rest. Ah, I just remember! as long as I'm not there, you treat your wounds well?"
With a forced Clara return to her original position, slightly shocked by Mr.K's question.
"When was the last time I treated it?" Clara asked herself.
Mr. K sigh him harshly.
"I'm sure you do not care for your wound," said Mr.K
"Wounds?" Mr.K's father asked Mr.K confusedly
"Wait ... ah, I remember Clara grimacing in pain when her wound hit the table," Chris screamed suddenly and ended her third gaze at him.
Clara seemed to give Chris a death glare look.
She didn't like that Chris complained to Mr.K, while Mr.K and Mr.K's father looked at her full of big questions.
'Damn Chris,' Clara muttered.
Seeing her sharp gaze, Chris quickly closed his mouth and cursed himself.
'I'm dead as if I said wrong,' Chris muttered to himself.
"You better come out ... I'll check it out," said Mr.K, looking at Clara meaningfully.
"You forget, I am a doctor... I will treat it," said Mr.K's father to Mr.K.
Since Clara didn't want a protracted commotion, she has forced to issue her injunction.
"Doctor and Mr ... (cough) Kevin can treat me, while Chris, you can come out for a moment," said Clara.
Hearing that, Chris immediately stepped out.
"I've been trying to treat my wound, Kev; it's just that I'm not as good as you, so don't you be surprised when you see my wound, OK?" Clara asked in confirmation.
"Hum."
After getting a response from Mr.K, Clara opened a little of her clothes, showing the wound on her stomach, which was covered by bandages on Mr.K and Mr.K's father.
Mr.K carefully opened the bandage.
"Why is this like a stab wound? What exactly happened to this girl? That is why Kevin finally protected her? Who exactly is this girl? '
That's the question that crossed Mr.K's mind when he saw Clara's wound.
"Kev ... you get a new bandage to the nurse outside.
Without saying much, Mr.K immediately went out to get some of the drugs and medical equipment he needed.
It didn't take long for Mr.K to come back with the tools and medicines he needed.
"Did your stitches open a little yesterday and tear?" asked Mr. K's father, who was observing the stitches and wound structure on Clara's stomach.
"Maybe ... I don't understand. It's just that when I hit the corner of the table, there was a slight wound on the stitches."
"Huh ~~ you ... Can't you be a little more careful?" Mr.K scolded Clara.
"Sorry ... I panicked a little when you hung up on my phone at that time ... and I accidentally hit the corner of the table" Clara snorted irritably without realizing she finally told the truth.
"Stupid what I'm saying," Clara muttered in panic as she realized what she had just said.
Clara quickly turned her face away from in front of Mr.K, while Mr. K's father, who heard it, could only hold his smile while treating Clara's wound.
Mr. K froze in place after Clara's words. He didn't expect that Clara would talk like that.
"I'm sorry for making you worry," said Mr. K, bowing his head.
'Did I hear correctly? Mr. K apologized to me? "Muttered Clara as she turned her face back to look at Mr.K, who was looking down, not looking at him.
Feeling bad, Clara held Mr.K's hand.
"It's okay ... you're here ... that's more than enough," exclaimed Clara.
Thump!
"It's finished ... next time, you have to change your bandages frequently, so you don't get infected .. and be careful," said Mr. K's father, solving the awkwardness that will happen.
"Ah, yes ... thanks, doctor," said Clara.
"I went out for a while to buy a drink," exclaimed Mr. K as he stepped out without waiting for a response from Clara or Mr.K's father.
Mr.K's father, Mr. K, approached Clara and brushed her hair fondly.
"Thank you for meeting my son's cold heart," said father Mr.K to Clara.
"Hah ??!"
Mr. K's Father did not respond to Clara, who was still confused directly, but instead replied with a genuine smile from him.
"I will go out for a while ... if you need something, you can call the nurse and call me ... you just say you want to meet with prof. Hans," said Mr.K.
After the departure of the father, Mr. K Clara just realized that his cheeks are now hot, and of course, flushed.
"Oh, it looks like there's something wrong with me," Clara whispered in her mind.
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