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‘What the hell were you thinking?’ he bellowed as soon he stepped into

his office. Zarah was startled out of her slumber, the pattern of the table mat
imprinted on her face.
‘What?’

‘Do I need to tell you what? You almost killed him. First you make him
smoke, then you take him out on a drive? WHAT were you thinking, trying

to pull off something like that?’ he interrogated.
‘I am—’

‘If it were not me, you would have lost your job! You almost killed
somebody last night,’ he snarled. ‘I don’t even know if you are capable of

grasping the concept of being a doctor and not making patients bleed to
death. Do you get that? There are rules and regulations that you need to
follow. How hard is that to understand for you? I don’t know what you

fucking share with a useless, half-dead man, but whatever it is, it shouldn’t
mess up his treatment. I will NOT have his blood on my hands!’

‘I am sorry.’
‘But what the hell were you thinking? A patient has to stay in the hospital

till he or she is discharged—how hard is that to understand?’ he said,
banging his fist on the table.

Zarah’s lips quivered and Arman could see her hands shaking in fear.
Though Arman never respected rules and regulations himself, the
understanding and repercussions of breaking them had to be grasped to the

full. Something that the young doctor, Zarah, didn’t understand. The girl in
front of him just looked down at her knees and mumbled something

indecipherable.
‘Can you speak up?’ he asked.

‘As if you follow all the rules …’ she muttered.
‘What do you mean?’

‘I know you’re about to run an experimental treatment on Pihu, aren’t
you?’
The blood from Arman’s face drained away and he stared at Zarah in

horror. How does she know?
‘Who told you?’ Arman queried.