"Pay? What pay are you talking about?" I asked with a confused look.

"I hate dull people. How many people have you killed with your dullness?" He asked me rudely.

I bite back my anger as I tried to keep my emotions in check. What I hate most was people questioning my professionalism.

"The last time I check your boy whom I treated with my dullness is here alive even though he could have ended up being dead if I do not perform an operation on him" I spat out glaring at him.

I saw the flash of anger in his eyes but I don't care. If he can talk...