"It's been fine."
"Well, since I'm here, let me take your pulse," Dr. Wilder said, not taking no for an answer. He gently took her wrist before she could refuse.
As he concentrated, he nodded. "It seems you've been taking better care of yourself.You're looking so much better than before—there's so much more life in you now. But diet alone isn't enough. That last illness really took a toll on you. You still need proper conditioning to fully recover."
Noreen's heart skipped a beat. She had almost forgotten—Dr. Wilder knew about her miscarriage. Her body tensed, and her eyes darted instinctively toward Seth. He was looking down at his phone, seemingly oblivious. Or perhaps he just didn't care about her health. Either way, Noreen felt a wave of relief.
Dr. Wilder, likely realizing the sensitivity of the situation, kept his words vague. "Come by my office when you have a free moment. I'll do a proper diagnosis and prescribe something for you." He then added gravely, "And please, don't neglect this any longer."
"…I will," Noreen promised.
She was about to walk Dr. Wilder to the elevator when Seth stood up. "I'll see him out. You stay here and show Ron how to use the plaster."
Noreen explained the process to Ron. The black plaster needed to be softened with hot water before application. Since Ron's injured foot made it difficult for him to move, Noreen insisted he stay seated while she prepared it.
"I'm so sorry to trouble you," he said.
"Not at all, Mr. Archer. When we're away from home, we have to rely on our friends, don't we?"
Ron, who already liked Noreen, found himself even more impressed. They chatted for a bit, and when he learned that she and a man named Vincent were developing a next-generation computing chip, he grew animated.


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