For some reason, as long as Yolanda was present, everyone felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
Just half a month ago, Sharon and the others could never have imagined that they would come to trust this seemingly ordinary young woman so much.
"You're the owner of this clinic?" Dallas and Sean eyed Yolanda sideways.
"That's right. I'm Yolanda Henderson, the owner of Willow Creek Clinic."
"Hmph! I don't care what your name is. Hurry up and show me your medical license!"
Yolanda glanced at Dunstan, who had already anticipated this request. He handed over her medical license without hesitation.
Sean lazily took the license and barely glanced at it before suddenly freezing. He was stunned to find that the name on the license was indeed Yolanda Henderson.
"Well? That's her license. You should believe us now, right?" Dunstan couldn't help but retort.
"Cut the crap. Show me your business license, tax permit, and health permit—all of it!" Sean wasn't satisfied and continued to make things difficult for them.
Yolanda nodded to Dunstan. He understood the cue and quickly dashed to the clinic's office to retrieve the other documents.
"Mr. Guerrero, Willow Creek Clinic is a century-old establishment with all the proper licenses. There's absolutely no problem here," Dunstan said as he handed over each document to Sean.
"Now that you've checked the documents, why don't you let your people leave? There are many patients outside who are waiting to see a doctor."
Dunstan felt anxious seeing the patients being kept from entering.
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