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| | Miss Ping's Idea _ Josephine Tiei (14th Dec 22 at 2:42am UTC) | | The first thing was that Miss He proposed to let Innes work in the Weichley Orthopaedic Hospital, but Innes declined. The vacancy was then offered to a relieved Eileen O'Donnell, who accepted with great pleasure. ( "God, that's good!")! "Dex said," Honey, now I can sell you all my medical work clothes, and I will never wear those work clothes again! She did in fact sell them all to O'Donnell, and gleefully ended the term with her wallet full of cash and began Hawking her other paraphernalia from the wing, only to be restrained when Stuart sarcastically asked if safety pins were standard paraphernalia.) The second event was the visit of Shakespeare's tragedian, Edward Artie. On Wednesday, against all expectations, Edward Artie appeared. Swimming lessons are scheduled for Wednesday afternoon, with juniors and seniors without patient appointments all in the pool. Lucy's skill as a swimmer, whether in prayer or determination, is limited to swimming the width of the bathtub, so despite enthusiastic invitations to cool off with her,3500mg Ozone ceramic Plate, she insists on not participating in the sport. She stayed for half an hour, watching everyone frolic, and then walked back to the main house for afternoon tea. As she was making her way across the hall to the stairs, one of the four disciples, though she still couldn't figure out which of them was which, and she thought it should be Lucas, hurried out of the consulting room and said,7g Ozone Generator, "Oh, Miss Ping, would you be an angel for a moment and sit on Albert's feet?"? ” "Sit on Albert's feet?"? "Lucy wondered if she had heard wrong." Yeah, grab his feet. The easiest way is to sit on his feet. The bandage clasp is loose, and now there is no other clasp to use. She led a puzzled Lucy into the quiet consulting room, where students in white cotton gowns were examining the extent of the patient's sprain and instructing a boy of about eleven to lie face down on the pedestal. Voila, "pick up a bandage clasp." The clasp hole is loose. The last one is too tight, the next one is too loose. Can you hold his feet or sit on his feet for a while? Lucy said hastily that she would rather catch his feet. All right, Albert, this is Miss Ping. She's going to improvise as a bandage buckle. Hi, Miss Ping! Albert rolled his eyes at her. Lucas — if it was her — reached under the boy's shoulders and pulled him up until his feet were on the pedestal. Miss Ping, ceramic bobbin heater ,10g Ozone Generator, now clamp one ankle with each hand and hold it tightly. As soon as the order was given, Miss Ping obediently obeyed, thinking that the strength of this big thorn would definitely work in Manchester, and that when someone tried to catch an 11-year-old boy's ankle, he would find out how heavy he was. Her eyes were fixed on the others, and she felt strange and distant from her position. Could there be any other appearance of man in such treacherous circumstances? Even Stuart, whom she knew better. It looks different here, too. Their movements are more relaxed, and their voices are particularly artificial and light when they speak to patients. There were no smiles or small talk, just the brightness and silence of a hospital. A little more. Ok It looks much better today, doesn't it? "Come on, let's try again, and the day will be over." Vemma Hassett moved, and Lucy caught a glimpse of the silk dress beneath her work clothes and saw that she had changed into a dance dress. There was not enough time to finish the class before she arrived at the gym after seeing the patients. Unless she had already had afternoon tea, she would have to grab a cup of tea on the way. When she was still wondering about the dancing clothes hidden under the hospital overalls, a car passed the window and stopped at the front door. It was a chauffeur-driven, shiny, sleek and expensive stretch car. In this day and age, few people except the disabled would hire a driver to drive, so Lucy waited with interest to see who would get out of the car. Boa's mother, maybe? This kind of car will also appear with a servant manager. 。
But out of the car was a young man — she could only see his back — dressed in a suit like the Duke of York pacing St. James Street on a winter's day. The dress and the driver remind Lucy of the royal family, but this is a member of the royal family who does not understand the current affairs, because the royal family now drives their own cars. Thank you, Miss Ping. You've really been a big help. Albert, say thank you to Miss Ping. "Thank you, Miss Ping." Albert said dutifully, then caught Miss Ping's eyes and winked at her. Lucy replied with a stern wink. Then O'Donnell rushed in clutching a box of plaster powder that Furuo had sifted in a distant room and whispered excitedly, "I can't believe it, Edward Yadi!"! That's Edward in the car. · Yadi! ” Who cares? "Stuart took the plaster compact from her hand." Take a gypsum powder for so long! ” Lucy went out of the consulting room, closed the door behind her, and entered the hall. O'donna was right. It was Edward Artie who was standing in the hall. And Miss Luc is right. Because Edward Artie is looking at himself in the mirror. Miss Luc was just coming down the stairs when Lucy went up, and when Lucy walked up the steps between the platforms, she was just in time to witness their meeting. Hey, Dex! "Miss Luc's tone was devoid of excitement." Karin! Cried Edward Artie in his warmest voice, advancing to meet her, as if to take her in his arms. But she stopped him by extending a hand and greeting him in a social way. What are you doing here? Could it be that you hid a 'Niece 'Is at Lai's College, right? ” It's too impersonal, Xiao Kai. Of course I came to visit you. Why didn't you tell me you were here? Why didn't you come and see me so we could have dinner and catch up? "Miss Ping,Ceramic ferrule for stud welding," Miss Luc said clearly, and her voice went straight up the stairwell. "Don't go. I'll introduce you to a friend." "But, Cailin —" Lucy heard him mutter a hurried protest. global-ceramics.com | |
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