Lydia choked with anger.
A rage was swirling inside her chest.
But she couldn't do anything about it.
Iris was tapping her pen on her desk loudly.
The nurse watched Lydia cautiously, as if afraid she would hurt someone.
About fifteen minutes later, the police pushed through the crowd of patients in the corridor.
"Make way."
As soon as they entered, they saw the three people in the room.
They looked at each one, asking, "What's going on?"
The nurse exaggerated the story as she recounted the events.
Lydia listened, but she didn't seem concerned.
Still, she spoke calmly, "I just came to see a doctor."
"Oh, what kind of doctor are you looking for?"
Some people in the corridor were shouting, and the police officer seemed to understand the situation. He glanced at Lydia and said, "Alright, don't disturb the doctors anymore. Professor Yael's appointments are only available once a month. This is no different from wasting national resources."
"Exactly, how shameless."
