The doctor almost opened her mouth in shock but quickly regained her composure. She knew better than to let her emotions slip—after all, with just a snap of Zylan's fingers, her job and certificate could become worthless. Choosing her words carefully, she responded with a calm voice.
"Um, about that, Mr. Zylan… Crying doesn't necessarily mean she's unwell. Sometimes it's just a response to feeling hurt or… overwhelmed, but it doesn't mean she's sick."
Zylan's gaze narrowed slightly, his intense eyes drilling into her as if he could see through her carefully calculated words. "She's hurt? Then treat her."
The doctor hesitated, exchanging a glance with her colleague. Both of them looked back at Naomi, silently pleading with her to offer some kind of reassurance, anything that might defuse the tension in the air. But Naomi didn't move, her face a mask of calm that barely concealed the storm raging inside her.
