“Did I let you go?”
Terrence looked at her coldly, “I have no interest in free services, and business people are all about consideration and equivalent exchange.”
Arana was speechless at that moment and finally came to her sense, “What do you mean?”
Terrence swept over her nameplate and sneered, “An authoritative attending doctor would never serve a patient with a cup of water.”
Arana paused but quickly responded, “It’s my pleasure.”
There was a filtered kettle right in the room so she quickly brought water back, “Warm, I have tried, and you can drink straight.”
Terrence furrowed his brows.
“Don’t get me wrong, I sensed the temperature across the cup with my hand back.”
Arana regretted a little. Terrence said nothing before her explanation. How ridiculous!
But Terrence didn’t take the cup.
“You really take good care of your patients, no wonder you catch their fancy.”