Director, this isn't good, right?
But now he's happily drinking the milk tea Madam ordered!
This is his hard work, a cup he shamelessly begged from Isabella Yeaton.
He even put in a physical effort!
A hundred cups of milk tea, he carried them all up to the floor by himself, though there was an elevator!
But it was an effort nonetheless.
Indeed, a man's mouth is a deceitful ghost; as long as he wants something, he can say anything.
...
Ivy River wasn't having an easy time either.
The first patient to come in started giving her a hard time.
"Doctor, Little Divine Doctor, give me a reason. Why can the previous patient drink milk tea, but I can't?"
Ivy River explained helplessly, "You have diabetes. I told you to drink the sugar-free one, but you refused. You're already taking insulin, yet you insist on eating so many sweets. Why are you so disobedient?"
"Then why can he drink it?"
The old man kept repeating himself.
