Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 100: Lingering Fear
At this moment, the sun outside had silently begun to set in the west.
Claire Prescott sat on the bench outside the door, leaving space for their family to chat. ππΏπππ°π²ππ§π π§π²π₯.ππ¨π
Although the patientβs pulse had improved, it inexplicably made her feel a lingering fear, without any sense of achievement.
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that the patientβs serious condition was easily cured with just a simple drink of medicine, but they, as practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, bore immense pressure.
At least for her, it was an unprecedented pressure.
After listening to Elder Leeβs lecture in the past, she had proudly told her grandfather about it, only to be scolded by him, saying that she shouldnβt have gone to listen to othersβ lectures secretly, especially not to learn Elder Leeβs methods of medication.
He said that what Elder Lee could use, she might not necessarily be able to, and if she couldnβt cure a disease, it could cause big trouble.
She was only twelve at the time, naive and inexperienced, innocently arguing with her grandfather about Great Medical Sincerity.
Her grandfather wouldnβt listen to anything, only looking at her profoundly, with what seemed like tears in his eyes.
Later, she secretly organized the experiences taught by Elder Lee, summarizing them in her room as if learning some forbidden medical techniques seen on TV.
The reason she knew about Elder Lee was that her mother had once told her stories about traditional Chinese medicine, mentioning Elder Leeβs ups and downs, which stirred her emotions and made her secretly admire him.
Later on, even though she didnβt have a medical practicing license, she would secretly help her classmates with their ailments, fearless.
That fearless spirit seemed to be at its peak during her youth.
Fearing neither heaven nor earth, it was as if in her world, she was the only master of herself, and no one could change her.
But now...
She seemed to have changed.
She began to understand why her grandfather always punished her by making her copy "Great Medical Sincerity," yet wouldnβt allow her to use Elder Leeβs methods to cure diseases.
Apart from her grandfather wanting to cultivate her as a great physician, she was also the apple of the eye of the two elderly, who couldnβt bear the thought of her experiencing any mishap.
Yet, the prescription from Elder Lee, she had indeed used it today and rescued someone from the brink of death.
So what was she still afraid of?
The bodyguard silently watched her from the side.
Earlier, he had been guarding outside the door, and although he couldnβt hear clearly what was being said inside, judging by the changing expressions of The Lancaster Family, he knew that the person from the Lancasters was now out of danger.
This was the first time he had felt the amazing aspect of traditional Chinese medicine, so he couldnβt help but genuinely admire this young Chinese physician.
However, the young physician seemed to be burdened with worries, and he didnβt quite understand her current mood.
The light in the corridor shone as bright as day, and amid the silence, a steady and slow step echoed.
The bodyguard turned to look.
The newcomer was refined and fair-skinned, dressed in an immaculate shirt and trousers, with one hand in his pocket, carrying an air of arrogance yet remaining composedly relaxed.
It was none other than Milton Rivers, the affluent young master of The Rivers Family.
Almost forgot, the director of this hospital belonged to The Rivers Family, so his sudden appearance here was not unexpected.
Milton Rivers walked up to Claire Prescott, looking down at her.
Even though he was already so close to her, she didnβt notice, lost in her thoughts.
He chuckled meaningfully, "Bullied by someone? Why are you sitting here all alone, looking so gloomy?"
Upon hearing the voice.
Claire Prescott looked up at him, from the bottom of her heart disliking the man.
But at this moment, she didnβt have the energy to spar with him, and said in a low voice, "If you donβt want to get beaten, step back a bit."
Meeting her gloomy gaze, Milton Rivers subconsciously stepped back half a step with his left foot.
He turned his gaze to the bodyguard, "What happened to her?"
The bodyguard shook his head without speaking.
Milton Rivers said with deeper meaning, "I didnβt expect Keane Lowell to assign you to her. Does he still have anyone capable by his side?"
"Thereβs no need for Mr. Rivers to worry."
This one sentence left Milton Rivers momentarily speechless, forcing the word "fine" through his teeth.
After all, what kind of master has what kind of servant.
He cast one last glance at Claire Prescott, then knocked on the door and entered the ward.
After a round of inquiries, he learned that Mr. Lancasterβs condition had significantly improved, and he was now drinking a liquid diet.
On his way here, he had already heard that it was entirely due to the young Chinese physicianβs credit.
However.
He hadnβt expected the young Chinese physicianβs medical skills to be so impressive, considering that working in a private apothecary did not do her skills justice.
Mrs. Lancaster, with tears in her eyes, said, "Itβs all thanks to Claire. If it werenβt for her, who knows how much more suffering he would have to endure."
Of course, it wasnβt just her.
Even Yvonne Lancaster had changed her view of Claire Prescott.
Ever since she saw Claire Prescott methodically treat Uncle Lancaster, she had stopped talking, quietly observing her every move.
Now she felt a sense of shame and powerlessness.
She realized her previous unreasonable behavior and misjudgment of Claire, and regretted her past actions toward her.
Ethan Lancaster said in a deep voice, "The Chinese medicine in your hospital isnβt as effective as that from a private apothecary; I think your Chinese medicine department should close sooner rather than later."
Milton Rivers met his gaze calmly, "Unlike Western medicine, Chinese medicine doesnβt have an absolute standard. For example, our hospitalβs medical equipment can provide a detailed report on patientsβ conditions with absolute precision, but Chinese medicine canβt, because itβs about people, not machines, and sometimes thereβs bound to be a gap in diagnosis."
He then turned his gaze to Mr. Lancaster, "It is undeniable that it was indeed the mistake of our hospitalβs Chinese medicine department that worsened Uncle Lancasterβs condition, and I apologize on behalf of our hospital."
Saying this, he bowed slightly toward the person leaning on the hospital bed.
His words and attitude were sincerely earnest.
When he straightened up, Milton Rivers added, "If possible, I would like to offer a high salary to invite the young Chinese physician to work at our hospital, to enhance the quality of our Chinese medicine department."
These words left nothing to criticize.
Yet Yvonne Lancaster unexpectedly interjected, "She doesnβt need money."
Indeed, she made a valid point.
Being the heiress of Valoria, money was the least of her worries.
Seeing everyone looking her way, Yvonne Lancaster silently lowered her head.
There was a slight awkwardness in the air.
Milton Rivers found her words a bit perplexing, feeling there was another layer of meaning.
Of course, he didnβt know much about the young Chinese physician.
He only knew that the young Chinese physician was Keane Lowellβs associate, Leightonβs close friend, and grew up at Sinclair Apothecary, nothing more.
Whether or not she needed money was another matter altogether.
Milton Rivers calmly responded, "No matter what conditions the young Chinese physician proposes, as long as she is willing to come work here, I can accept unconditionally."
These words.
Were, in effect, a gesture to recruit the young Chinese physician while maintaining the reputation of their hospitalβs Chinese medicine department.
In the quiet room.
Mr. Lancaster spoke up, "Alright then."
His voice still carrying the frailness of someone recovering from a severe illness, "Today, I nearly stepped into the gates of hell. Surviving this ordeal is a blessing in disguise, and since youβve sincerely apologized, I will not pursue this matter further, considering it a way to accrue some virtue for myself."
