"Will you stop looking so intensely? You're making me make terrific errors, you two dipshits! Ugh!" An annoyed Dr. Asher yelled and angrily threw his stethoscope on the sofa.
I massaged my forehead due to the building anger and distress I was feeling, all thanks to them.
Right now, Asher wanted to diagnose my health, but Oswald and Wyatt kept watching us intently as if they didn't have anything to do, which seemed to be infuriating Playboy. Ahem, I mean Doctor Asher.
This is over three times that Doctor Asher has thrown his tantrums because of the two instead of getting me diagnosed. Now, I can't help but fear that I'll be late for school at this rate.
"Will you do what you are ordered to do, or I throw you out?" Wyatt pronounced coldly with his arms crossed, which made Asher snort.
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