You stood in front of a respectable person, the trainer asked you to give the report, however, unfortunately, it was Rafayel — the one who refused to treat a patient who happened to be your grandmother. It hadn't been long since the accident, and just by seeing your face, he knew you're the same kid who asked for his help back then.

"Give me the file." Rafayel spoke and leaned back against the swivel chair he's sitting on, his hand gesturing for you to hand him the papers.

His eyes shifted to you, the look of expression on his face remained calm as he waited for your response.