Dr. Moore(5)
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Noah used to stay with me since childhood, but after we grew up, we were seldom together. Since it was a good chance for us to get close to each other, he would often come to my ward. But every time he came here, Joseph would be here too five minutes later.
Joseph would operate on a patient this afternoon. Meanwhile, Noah had a stomachache from eating too much fried chicken. He was lying on my bed, complaining in an injured tone, "If I had known Mr. Moore was so busy, I would not have chosen him as my mentor. Since I became his student, I had to do so much work every day and have no time to rest at all. I'm still sick."
I frowned and said, "You deserved it, OK? You drank tons of ice water right after eating the fried chicken. No wonder you had a stomachache."
Hearing my harsh words, Noah said with a grievance, "You don't care about me as you used to, Sharon."
I sighed and said reluctantly, "Alright, drink some tea and have a rest."