Let's talk about it, Alice

As he spoke, the doctor handed Alice a white handkerchief and said, “here you go. This is a brand new one.” Alice thanked him and wiped the sweat from her face with the handkerchief, explaining, “I drove a seriously injured person here. Then I stopped by to help.” “Really? But I think you are very professional. Are you a medical student?” Alice appeared to be much younger than her actual age. She was dressed in a pink coat and tied her hair in a ponytail to make it easier to move around. As a result, she looked like she was a college student. She shook her head, recalling what had happened. “No, I’m not.” She said. The doctor insisted, “No, I am sure you are a medical student! You did it professionally, and you were able to identify the patient’s injury. So I’m guessing you are a medical student or a doctor. In what hospital do you work? Well, it doesn’t matter. But I am curious.” Alice was irritated and said, “I’m not even a medical student! They should have sent over the injured by n