Victorino said on the phone that he would come at noon, and Allyce did not tell Severo.
As he himself had mentioned on the phone, he had something to do with Severo, so he didn’t have to do much.
Victorino said he would come at noon, but when he arrived, it was not yet ten o’clock.
Presumably, he had finished his phone call and was driving to the LK Group.
Allyce met Victorino in the corridor as he was going out to get a file.
She was so focused on looking at the information in her hands that she did not notice Victorino coming up behind her.
“Madam”.
Victorino was the first to call her.
“Doctor Griego, what are you doing here so early?” Allyce turned and looked at him with a surprised face.
“Anyway, there’s nothing going on these two days, so why not come a little earlier, and besides, if you come at noon, you’ll be late again on your lunch break.”
Victorino, not being the careful man of the week, was able to say something like that, which made Allyce stifle a smile.
“What do you want with Severo, go in first, we’ll talk later, now I have to go to a file”. Allyce added after a pause: “By the way, he’s inside the office.
With a nod, Victorino knocked on the door and entered the office.
In the office, Severo is working on a file, his brow is cold and rejecting, and he has an innate aura of nobility and aura about him.
It looks exactly the same as before.
“Sir.”
Victorino approached the desk before calling him.
Severo looked up from his papers with an indifferent expression: “What are you still doing here, weren’t you told to leave?
“I’m leaving tonight, I’ve contacted my former students, I’ve decided to join the MSF and I’m leaving tonight”. Victorino’s tone was unusually calm, completely devoid of the loss of having to be driven by Severo.
Severo snorted and finally turned his eyes to look him straight in the eye, “You’re not the one with the kindness.
MSF, Doctors Sans Frontiers, Independent Medical Humanitarian Aid Organisation.
Victorino was obsessed with medicine, and he also treated people, but he was more obsessed with medicine than with treating people, and he never did his job as a doctor.
“Studying medicine, besides fulfilling my dream, is really beneficial for the public. I suddenly realised that I wanted to do something meaningful, and being a doctor I have to carry the responsibility of belonging to this profession all my life”.
How good it is to do something worthwhile while there is still time.
Like Severo, who would have thought that the psychosis that runs in his family would reach his body.
The condition, properly treated, can be cured or, on the contrary, there is a risk that, like his grandmother, he will suffer a nervous breakdown and commit suicide by jumping off a building.
He has gratitude for Severo and would love to cure him, but Severo does not need it.
Due to the seriousness of Victorino’s tone of voice, Severo’s gaze rested on Victorino for a long time.
At the end, he nodded with an imperceptible hesitation in his voice: “Have a good trip.
Victorino has joined Doctors Sans Frontiers and is going to places that are not safe for war, so Severo wishes him well.
Victorino froze slightly and replied: “Thank you”.
Then, from the briefcase he had brought with him, he took out some boxes of pills and placed them in front of Severo: “Take one when you need it, and if you run out, send me an email and I’ll send it anywhere, I developed it and you can’t get it anywhere else”.
There is no need to explain what kind of medicine it is, Severo knows.
This is the sedative medicine you need to take when you have an uncontrollable seizure.
His face changed slightly and he said nothing.
Victorino reminded him: “The wife should be back soon”.
Sure enough, at the mention of Allyce, Severo’s brow furrowed slightly and he put the medicine away.
Severo had just put the medicine away when Allyce came in.
He saw the office and froze slightly.
Once Severo had collected the medicine, he sat motionless in his boss’s chair, Victorino still standing at his desk, his face calm.
However, he sensed something strange in the atmosphere of the room.
“Doctor Griego”. Allyce greeted Victorino first: “Would you like a drink?”
“Allyce, the information I asked you for, it’s in order!” Severus suddenly spoke sternly, and Allyce was taken aback by the coldness.
In one brief sentence, Allyce sensed that he was in a bad mood.
What did Victorino say to him that put him in a bad mood?
It was just that the question was on his mind and he had never had the chance to ask it.
After quickly sorting the papers and handing them to Severo, he excused himself to escort Victorino out.
Strangely, Severo only gave her a cold sweeping glance and made no noise to stop her.
After all, he tends to get angry even when she sides with the male action.
Allyce didn’t mind and sent Victorino to find a coffee to talk to him about his business.
Victorino went back over what he had said on the phone with her.
“So, this erratic mood of yours, or is it a side effect of the ‘K1LU73’ antidote?” Allyce wriggled her fingers, worry on her forehead.
“Well, don’t worry too much, his condition may also have to do with his own personality, he’s only like this because of you, the bell needs to be tied, sir, you may have to take more trouble …”
Victorino had a rare opportunity to talk to her.
Allyce couldn’t help but frown when she heard the back of his voice: “Doctor Griego, the way you’re talking makes me feel like you’re taking a shot in the dark.
Victorino snorted and broke into a smile: “More or less the same, since I’m ready to join the MSF”.
“What?”
Allyce’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly calmed down again: “Well, why do you want to join Doctors Sans Frontiers? Besides, Severo needs you.
“The Lord needs you more than anything.” The smile on Victorino’s face faded, with a cold glint in his glasses, but there was an inexplicable hint of humanity.
“You …” Allyce looked at Victorino like that, not knowing what to say for a moment.
“Sir’s condition is not that serious, if he is patient, he will be cured sooner or later.” He was willing to cure Severo, but Severo was not, but it was unlikely that Severo’s condition would worsen as long as Allyce could remain at Severo’s side.
Allyce picked up the cold coffee in front of her and downed it in one gulp.
He thought of something abruptly and looked at Victorino: “And where is Dita?
Al lyce’s voice was not so much a voice, but rather so soft as to be somewhat indistinct.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he saw Victorino, always strict and rigid, waving his hand over the handle of his coffee cup and spilling some of the coffee from it.