"I was gifted some jasmine soap, ma'am," she said, slowly because she was clearly thinking on it. Donald gave a genuine smile.

"What would you suggest for her to do?" He asked, "And how do you think it should be treated?" He was looking between both of them. "I would like you to confer with each other to answer these questions. Mister Koç, you will tell me the first, and you, Miss Griffin, tell me the second. I would like you to show me you can work as a team."

He was considering both of these younger folk, thinking that it would be better for the community to have good health care. He decided on his wife's behalf that he would not only take care of the women that had been affected by the lingering image of the dead owner. Added to that, he wanted to help people out by giving his funding to. He had no heirs to speak of, his wives had both perished and he was old. Maybe he should adopt a child, but that wouldn't be right if he ended up leaving this plane of existence.

Donald knew what he would do then, and it involved more than just these two young folks, it would involve his friend Doctor Wells, for he might just have a proposal that would help both of them out. That was another story for another time, however. He needed to determine if these two folks were worthy of practicing medicine, if they were there for the people with their knowledge. And while he could not teach compassion, he hoped that his own compassion was contagious.

There were too many people needing good healthcare in this day and age, and not everyone had money to give. He did have money to give. He may not be filthy rich, but he was far from poor because of investments. Donald would never try to marry or love again. Two was enough,