"The nurse who was in charge of me before wasn't you, was it? Where did she go?"
Charlotte Cooper looked up at the nurse, examined her for a moment, and saw that she was only about seventeen or eighteen years old. How could there be such a young intern in the hospital? She asked with doubt.
Emily Davis was momentarily nervous, but she realized that Charlotte was just a patient, and she was just here to replace some daily necessities, so how could she figure out her identity.
"Haha, that sister had something urgent to attend to at home, so I came here to intern. I just started my job, so if there's anything I'm not attending to properly, just let me know, miss!"
Emily's constant use of the term "miss" made Charlotte very uncomfortable. Emily didn't know that it was the twenty-first century, and the term "miss" had already acquired negative connotations. Charlotte didn't like being called that by a stranger.