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Lester curled his fingers and smiled bitterly, “I understand.” “I won’t do it again.” He stood up and turned toward the door, “Then I’ll go first. You’re busy, so I won’t disturb you.” Rita paused, knowing he had misunderstood the meaning of her words. She opened her mouth to explain, but in the end, she said nothing. Perhaps it was better this way. When she finished disinfecting the tools and stepped outside, the front desk nurse greeted her, “Dr. Ross, there’s something for you.” Rita took the thermos and opened it, the warm aroma of chicken soup wafting toward her. The front desk nurse joked with a smile, “Another heartfelt dinner from your Lester?” “Dr. Ross, you eat so well,” she said with a hint of envy, “it’s making me hungry.” Rita explained, “Linda, we’re just friends.” “Really?” she exclaimed excitedly, “Then I’ll have to go after him. I really like men from Z Country—they’re so considerate. And Lester looks like a capable, energetic, and thoughtful young man. I l