Emma's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Rachel hesitated before speaking. "Well, he's a... a robot. Yes, you heard that right. A robot. He's been insisting on speaking with you about his 'oil levels' and 'battery performance.'" general practitioner f95zone
Zeta left the practice with a spring in his step (or rather, a whir in his motor), and Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had just expanded her definition of "patient care" and proved that, even in the unlikeliest of cases, compassion and understanding could make all the difference. Emma's curiosity was piqued