Dr. Shawn looked perplexed.
"Dr. Shawn, take us with you. We want to avenge the boss, to give vent to our wrath!"
The cook was still holding a frying pan, while others carried their own makeshift "weapons": a broom, pruning shears, a telescopic rod for cleaning high ceilings.
Back in the day, they were no strangers to real weapons!
It was only after the boss "tamed" them that they each took on their roles as cooks, gardeners, and the like in this household.
Now, seeing the boss in such a state, they couldn't just stand by idly!
"Who's going to cook for the boss if you all leave? Who's going to do her laundry? Who's going to clean her room?" Dr. Shawn confronted them. "All of you, get back to your duties!"
"The boss's meal is ready, and it's in the kitchen staying warm. She can eat it as soon as she wakes up."
"The clothes she'll wear next have already been ironed. Even if I die on the battlefield, there's enough for her to wear for a month."
