"What did you just say?" Abigail's eyes narrowed as she stared at the lady, turning toward her. "Repeat it again!"
"You heard me right," the receptionist said while rubbing the bridge of her nose tiredly. "Please, get out of here. Otherwise, I'll call the security."
Abigail laughed out loud after hearing those words. "Kick me out? For real? You can kick me out? Sure, I'd like you to give it a try."
"You-!"
The receptionist of the psychiatrist ward sure had a tough time these days. Ever since a new doctor took up the post two years ago, and ever since the doctor's photo was leaked in the media as the top psychiatrist of the year, she had to face a line of ladies right in front of her desk.
Even though they wouldn't be sick, they would still arrive here just to take a glimpse of that man's face. Of course, even the doctor was crazy enough to invite everyone and treat them all as patients. But how could a doctor not realize why they were here in the first place?
