“But I told you-”
“You told me nothing. The hospital area is needed for something more than a training center. Perhaps Old Doc was trained in outcall work, but I’m not. I work from a hospital. The only things I do on outcalls are diagnoses, vaccinations, and emergencies. The rest of the patients come to the hospital.”
“This isn’t going to set well with Jordan and the division chiefs.”
“That’s not my concern,” Kennon said. “I run my business in the best way possible. The patients are of more concern than the personal comfort of any straw boss or administrator. You’re the administrator—you calm them down.”
“You have the authority,” Blalok admitted. “But my advice to you is to go slow.”
“I can’t,” Kennon said. “Not if we want to prevent any more losses. There simply won’t be time to run all over the island dosing with Trematox and taking temperatures, and while that sort of thing is routine, it should be supervised. Besides, you’ll see the advantages of this method. Soon enough.”
“I hope so,” Blalok said as he braked the jeep to a stop in front of the hospital. “I suppose you’ll want to take some things along.”
“So I will,” Kennon said. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Kennon slid from the seat, leaving Blalok looking peculiarly at his departing back.
The minute stretched to nearly ten before Kennon returned followed by two Lani carrying bags which they loaded into the back of the jeep. “I had to reorganize a little,” Kennon apologized, “some things were unfamiliar.”
“Plan on taking them?” Blalok said, jerking a thumb at the two Lani.