"Miss, what should we do next?" The doctor, in his early twenties, who was the main physician attending the three men in the VIP ward, looked at the woman who had just walked in, wearing black heels and blue shades, making her look untouchable.
The woman stopped near the man in the middle, her sharp nails grazing his chin softly, her expression unreadable.
"Is there any progress?" She asked.
The doctor looked at the three men before sighing.
Before he could open his mouth to give her the recent diagnosis results, a man in black walked into the VIP ward.
"It's good you are here, ma'am. The data from all their phones has been restored, and there's a woman who's been contacting them repeatedly. What should we do about it? Should we call her and tell her what's happening?" The man asked.
The woman looked at the man sharply before tilting her head and tipping her glasses a little.
