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I walked out of the patient's room, carrying the chart in my hand and going through it.

I instructed the nurse beside me on what to do to one of the patients in the chart.

I came to a pause when someone stopped in front of me. I was forced to lift my head from the book, and in front of me was Vera.

Oh, great.

"Do you need something, Doctor Belmont?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Yes."