As I walked toward the infirmary, I noticed the Doctor's stiff yet serious posture. He wore glasses and had the appearance of a classic gentleman, but his mood seemed to suggest the complete opposite. He had a much more thoughtful and polite air than I expected; I had anticipated an arrogant, self-absorbed type, but to my surprise, he was nothing like that.
"Theodore, I heard you came here from Stonewell," he said, tilting his head slightly and looking at me over his glasses.
"Yes, sir," I replied, rather calmly.
"Stonewell was famous for its development in trade, so why did you come here? If you'd stayed there, you might have found a better job and wouldn't have to worry about money."
The doctor glanced at me sideways, grinning as if he were the clever one. I would have liked to make money there too, but the problem was, I couldn't hold on to any job. Ah, thinking about the money I lost makes me want to cry. Anyway, it's all in the past now; it's better for me to hold on to this job.
"Yes, you're right, sir. It would have been better..." I said, but inside I mumbled, "Yes, it would have been very nice, but here I am."
We had almost reached the infirmary. Just as we passed by, he suddenly flashed me a mischievous grin, leaned in as though about to share a secret he'd always known, and whispered in my ear:
"Theodore, if you're thinking of getting into trade, you can consult with me. You can trust that I'll guide you well."
I felt his breath against my ear, and something strange stirred in my stomach. But I managed to compose myself.
"Thank you, sir, but for now, I plan to continue with this work," I said, though inside I was thinking, "Why are you bothering me like this?"
As we approached the door, he still had that strange smile on his face and said with another grin, "I'm always here whenever you need me."
When we entered, everything changed as he took off his coat and put on his doctor's gown. A dark atmosphere began to fill the room, and I felt a coldness in the air.
"Let's examine you, shall we?" he said with an overly cheerful tone.
Then, his eyes zeroed in on my gloves, and without wasting any time, he said, "Take those off, sit on the stretcher over there," as if giving an order.
I squinted my eyes, maintaining my awareness, and smiled lightly. "I'm allergic."
But what happened next? He smiled, as if hiding something he knew, and said, "I know, that's why I'm here. We need to find out about your allergy. Now, sit on the stretcher and take off your gloves."
After I did as he said, he came closer. There was a dark smile on his face that I couldn't understand.
"Theodore, let's see your hand," he said.
Preparing myself for the emotions rushing into my mind, I extended my hand toward the doctor. The moment his hand touched mine, a jolt of emotions shot through my brain. I felt all the dark intentions inside him. Pervert! Damn it! This man's mind is like a dark sewer! He's smiling slyly, but all that's inside him is filth!
As I cursed him inside, I managed to smile sweetly on the outside. "Ah, alright, sir," I said. But I wished I hadn't entered the mind of this man, who was squeezing my hand like wet laundry.
The doctor smiled and squeezed my hand, but I didn't let my mask slip. Inside, I thought, What would happen if I spit on you right now? while outwardly nodding politely. Eventually, the man released my hand and took his place.
"You're perfectly healthy," he said while writing a report.
Of course, I'm healthy, you perverted jerk. Thankfully, I kept my sweet smile intact, finished my task, and said goodbye to the infirmary. As I swore to never get close to this man again, I preferred not to count the curses running through my mind. Between entering and exiting the infirmary, it felt like a lifetime had passed.