Jay spoke, "Don't worry. I called you here to help the patient with counseling."
Rose sighed a breath of relief.
However, she then stared agape at Jay a moment later when his words had sunk in. She stammered," Counseling?"
How was she supposed to counsel the patient when she had never studied psychology?
Jay nodded. "Is there a problem?"
Afraid that offending this divine being meant getting herself fired, Rose had no other option but to brave on.
"I can try."
Sitting on the chair by the head of the bed, Jay crossed his legs and stared at her with narrowed eyes.
Meanwhile, Sera sat at the end of the bed and was ready to gloat in her misery.
Cornered on both her sides, Rose felt immensely pressured. She had millions of things to tell her grandfather yet no idea how to say it out at all.
"Old... Old Master Severe, it's... It's a sunny day today. It's warm with a light breeze. It's a perfect day for a field trip..."
Sera frowned but dared not to speak a word despite
her fuming anger.
Jay lifted his eyes to look at Rose. "Are you reading the weather report?"
Rose stared speechlessly at Jay. Did this man have nothing better to do with his life? Why was he coming to the hospital every day to bother and trouble her?
"I heard that the weather plays a part in people's mood, Mr. President, so..."
Jay rebutted, "Then why do we need doctors if the weather forecast can cure the sick?"
Um...
"I... I'm nervous since you guys are here," Rose answered truthfully.
He replied, "You have to get used to leaders supervising you as you work."
There was nothing she could say."..."
She could not change others' behavior, but she could change how she reacted.
Rose rummaged for her undefeatable spirit and took a deep breath. Then, with perfectly proper English, she began to give Old Master Severe a well-intoned pep talk from the bottom of her heart.
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