Strangers?

"Good afternoon."

The three stood up from their positions and looked at Bastian, who was now standing at the front near the white screen.

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Bastian's gaze met the gaze of a woman who was none other than Renata. Three years passed, and they were reunited under unexpected circumstances.

"Khem..." Bastian cleared his throat while looking away, as did Renata, who also looked away.

"Have a seat," said Bastian's assistant.

They returned to the seats they had previously occupied. Bastian also occupied the chair in front of him, as did his assistant.

"So you're the help sent from the London hospital?" asked Bastian.

"That's right," Nichol replied.

"Please introduce your names and what specialties?" asked Bastian, looking at the three of them, and once again his sharp gaze met Renata's gaze. Actually, Renata had not turned her gaze away from Bastian, who was reading the paper in front of her.

"My name is Nicholas Prasaja Andromeda. I specialise in heart surgery," said Nichol.

"Me, Leonardo A