Zachary Armstrong froze slightly, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he promptly said, "Don't worry, I'll throw in the saliva for free."
Shirley Fisher felt like she was about to explode; she could almost hear herself turning into a balloon, swelling bigger and bigger, and then bursting into pieces with a bang—oh, yes, and finally smashing onto Zachary Armstrong's stinky face.
Taking advantage of Shirley Fisher's moment of daze, Zachary Armstrong had already reached out again, unbuttoning her white coat, seemingly eager to check if she had really gotten bigger.
Shirley Fisher snapped back to her senses and quickly spoke to stop him, "Wait!"
"Ahem... given that I'm your employer, you should listen to me; we're in a hospital now, ahem... it's not very convenient... You should go back and wash yourself spotlessly clean and wait for my call." Shirley Fisher said with a straightforward look, reaching out to pat Zachary Armstrong's shoulder.
