The call was from Queenie, and Zachary switched his attitude to simp mode. “Oh, you’re here, Queenie? Nothing happened on the way, I hope?”
Queenie ignored his question and went out. “How’s the patient doing? I told the pilot to land the chopper at the nearest clearing. If nothing goes wrong, I should be there in ten.”
“Ahem,” Zachary coughed awkwardly. “You don’t have to come now, Queenie.”
Queenie’s face fell. “What are you talking about? Are you joking?”
“No, I’m not,” Zachary explained quickly, “It’s just that the patient’s cured.”
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