Allen Rivera opened his eyes, listening intently.
Faintly, there seemed to be some strange sounds.
"Juliet Stewart is crying again," Jane McCain said softly, observing Allen Rivera's expression.
Allen Rivera looked indifferent, as calm as if he were hearing wind and rain outside.
Jane McCain tentatively asked him, "Later... what do you plan to do with her?"
After asking, she suddenly felt her question was very childish, childish with a touch of triviality, as if she had a pen and paper ready to evaluate her boyfriend's answer and then write an analysis report.
Allen Rivera said: "Follow the rules. If she passes her internship, I'll apply for her promotion. If not, she continues her internship. If she's not focused here, she can resign or be reassigned. The hospital has detailed standard procedures, just follow them."
"But she likes you..." Jane McCain mumbled.
Allen Rivera dismissively replied, "She hasn't said she likes me."
"She has been quite obvious."
