With that, she tried to walk in.
The receptionist hurried over to block her, saying, "Wait, I apologize, dear guests."
"Dr. Ivita is currently with a patient. You need to make an appointment and wait till I announce when you can enter, oh, please wait."
The Hearthstone Witch pushed her aside. "Get out of my way," she demanded.
"Stay clear of me."
At this moment, Ivita, dressed in a white doctor's coat, and a middle-aged guest with a full beard, walked out together.
The Mediterranean-looking, bearded middle-aged man, still clasening Ivita's hand, said, "Mr. Ivita, without you, my obsessive-compulsive disorder would never have improved. The faces of those women I'm involved with keep forcibly appearing in my mind, preventing me from working."
With professional demeanour, Ivita nodded at him, "You feel guilty because you have too many lovers."
"From a social perspective, I think you're a jerk."
