Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 107: Receiving the Silk Banner

It’s been two days since I’ve seen Keane Lowell.

Summer sunshine was illuminating the crepe myrtle trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Claire Prescott was napping in a hammock under the tree.

During her physiological period, she always slept deeply once she fell asleep. She hadn’t noticed the shadows moving away from her, half of her body exposed to direct sunlight, causing her to sweat all over.

It was Septima who noticed and woke her up from her dream.

"You’ll get sunburned if you keep sleeping outside. Go inside."

Claire Prescott, feeling weak, leaned against Septima’s waist, and only after resting for a while did she go inside to drink the soup Septima had made for her.

Her grandmother always remembered her physiological period each month, cooking soup for her every time. This time, it came a few days earlier, and when her grandmother found out, she rushed to the supermarket for ingredients late at night.

By the afternoon.

Ethan Lancaster’s parents and Yvonne Lancaster appeared at the entrance of Sinclair Apothecary.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster got out of the car, each holding a flag, and walked up the steps into the clinic.

The three curiously examined the clinic’s environment, making eye contact with Tiger, who was busy at the counter.

Tiger paused his actions and asked them, "Who are you looking for?"

They approached him, "We’re looking for Dr. Prescott. Is she working today?"

"Dr. Prescott works Monday through Saturday, resting only on Sunday."

"She only has one day off a week?"

"Yes."

Seeing the flags they held, Tiger understood their purpose for coming. Without saying much, he personally guided them, "Dr. Prescott’s consultation room is on the left."

At that moment.

The consultation room wasn’t only occupied by Claire Prescott; two other people were there seeking her diagnosis.

Tiger saw the situation and said to them, "Dr. Prescott is busy right now; it’s better to wait at the door."

"Okay."

Seeing their wealthy attire and understanding demeanor, Tiger felt reassured as he returned to the counter.

The three took a look inside, one person standing and completely blocking the sight of the young doctor, except for a glimpse of the hand taking pulses.

Mr. Lancaster led them to sit on the chairs outside, unable to help but exclaim, "Who would have thought such a remarkable clinic exists in this rundown alley?"

Mrs. Lancaster responded wholeheartedly, "You really can’t judge people or things by their appearance. When Old Mrs. Prescott said she was a doctor, I thought it was just a title without substance, but she truly has amazing skills. It’s a pity she and Ethan aren’t meant to be."

Yvonne Lancaster spoke up, "Auntie, I misjudged her initially. If I’d known her true nature, I wouldn’t have treated her like that."

"It’s alright; the past is over. Now she’s a great benefactor to our family. Even if she and Ethan aren’t together, as long as she’s in the capital, we’ll protect her no matter what."

Soon.

The two patients emerged and saw the two flags in their hands.

One flag read: Cures with skillful hands and a benevolent heart.

The other: Medical heritage, benefitting humanity.

The red flags with gold lettering were strikingly bright and hard to ignore.

Upon seeing the flags, the two patients muttered to each other as they walked out, "Seems that young doctor is really talented; they even brought flags personally."

The Lancaster trio stood up and walked inside.

Claire Prescott looked up at them.

Seeing their arrival and the flags they held, her expression paused slightly.

Mrs. Lancaster spoke first, full of warmth and gratitude: "Claire, we’ve come to give you these flags."

Claire Prescott glanced at the text on the flags, looking a bit overwhelmed, "You don’t have to be so kind."

"It’s well-deserved; you’re too modest. Ethan’s uncle suffered greatly during those hospital tests, the surgery risks were too high, and when we sought out Chinese medicine, things worsened until he ended up in the ICU. Without you, we wouldn’t know what to do."

"I had no idea your medical skills were so good; I was too shortsighted to trust you when you appeared so young. Please don’t hold it against me."

Seeing her with tears in her eyes, Claire Prescott felt she might cry. She shook her head and said, "I didn’t take it to heart."

It was the patient himself, Mr. Lancaster, who calmly looked at her: "I know doctors don’t accept gifts, but take these flags. The phrases were written by Ethan at my request; you deserve them."

Saying this, they began finding a place to help her hang the flags.

Claire Prescott hurriedly stopped them, "Give them to me."

With the flags handed over, she calmly rolled them up and opened a large drawer.

Inside lay several flags similarly rolled up.

Originally, they thought she had no flags in her room, and the first time receiving flags would make her happy, but unexpectedly, it was an awkward situation for them.

Mr. Lancaster sighed, "Claire truly hides her talents well."

Claire Prescott closed the drawer nonchalantly. In fact, patients had previously gifted her flags, but she kept them stored, not liking any red decorations in her room.

Still, she didn’t explain anything.

"Mr. Lancaster seems to have recovered well. Let me check your pulse again."

"Alright."

Yvonne Lancaster quietly watched, saying nothing.

Again realizing her actions defied convention, initially thinking Claire disliked her, hence treating her coldly, now it seemed that wasn’t entirely the case.

...

Southwind Courtyard Garden.

Four elegantly dressed wealthy women gathered around a table for Mahjong, the crisp sound of tiles mixing with laughter.

"Mrs. Lowell’s luck with the tiles today is off, not a single solid hand."

Madeline White pushed her tiles, sarcastically smiling, "My son’s briefs are on the line against you all."

The three were amused by her words, laughing discreetly.

Once accustomed, it’s not surprising to hear Mrs. Lowell, who looks so gentle, speak so crudely.

Talking about her son, the woman opposite, wearing a pearl necklace, asked, "Speaking of which, does your son have a girlfriend now? I’ve recently met some heiresses, very charming. I’ll introduce you some day."

Keane Lowell is famous in their circle for being uninterested in women, even his own mother jokes that not even a female mosquito can get close to him, worrying endlessly over his marriage.

While arranging tiles, Madeline White casually replied, "He’s pursuing someone, there should be an outcome soon."

"Pursuing? With your son’s conditions, which young lady wouldn’t chase after him? Why does he need to pursue?"

Madeline White answered, "She’s a young doctor."

At those words, silence fell, everyone focused on their tiles.

Afterward, the woman beside couldn’t help mentioning, "Didn’t something major happen in the Lancaster family recently? Their main family barely made it, said to be saved by a young doctor."

The Lady of Pearls asked, "Which family’s young doctor is so capable?"

"Seems it’s from Sinclair Apothecary."

Upon hearing this, Madeline White’s actions paused.