Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 186: You Were the One Who Overdid It Last Night
The next day.
When she woke, Keane Lowell was already gone, but his scent lingered at the tip of her nose.
Just as she sat up from the bed, she saw the man come out of the bathroom, fully dressed, exuding an aura of noble restraint.
"What time is it?"
"Seven, plenty of time."
She lazed about for a bit, stretching her body.
The shirt he casually grabbed last night was loosely draped over her body; it was black, making her skin look even more delicate and fair.
With the neckline open, her legs crossed outside, and her little feet exposed, even her messy hair couldn’t hide the pure and enticing aura she exuded.
Even if she did nothing, just sitting there quietly, she could easily stir his desires.
He sat on the bed, supporting himself with one hand behind her, turning her head to kiss her.
With one move, she naturally leaned on his shoulder in response.
Claire Prescott then turned around, straddled him, and lazily said, "Carry me to the bathroom."
Keane Lowell laughed at her laziness.
She refused to admit it, "It was you who lacked restraint last night."
She distinctly remembered that, in the heat of the moment, he held her and said he loved her many times over, breaking it down and pouring it into her very being, tugging at her heartstrings and nerves.
...
After breakfast.
Keane Lowell personally drove her back to the Sinclair Apothecary.
After watching him drive away, Claire Prescott turned around and saw the big brother bodyguard standing guard outside the door.
At that time, the doors of Sinclair Apothecary weren’t even open yet.
Usually, Tiger would have the keys, but today he was on vacation; for the next three days, she’d manage Sinclair Apothecary alone. Unexpectedly, the big brother bodyguard also showed up.
She walked up to him with curiosity, "Weren’t you supposed to be off today? Why are you here?"
"Mr. Lowell instructed me to follow your vacation time; he doesn’t feel at ease leaving you here alone."
... Alright then.
Indeed.
He was Keane Lowell’s person; his salary also came from Keane Lowell, and he always followed Keane Lowell’s orders.
She said nothing more and went home to get the key, opened the door, and with the help of the bodyguard, quickly completed the disinfection work, opening all the windows for ventilation.
Then, she put on a mask and lit the incense burner.
As the workday approached, patients started arriving.
There were both scheduled and unscheduled patients.
Having seen many times how Tiger guided the queue, the bodyguard handled everything calmly and cooperatively, everything well-organized.
The entire Sinclair Apothecary was heavy and quiet; Claire Prescott’s figure was often seen around the medicine cabinet, busy with pulse diagnosis and selecting medicine, creating a serene atmosphere as if time had slowed down and become more beautiful.
A neighbor came to consult and curiously stared at the incense burner on the counter, asking, "Claire, is this an incense burner?"
"Yes, we used to use smoke fumigation; this year, we switched to steam."
"It smells very comforting; does it have the same effect?"
"The same."
"Does Sinclair Apothecary sell them? I’d like to buy one to try at home." Being acquaintances, they naturally knew this was the time they started preventing flu outbreaks.
Every year, they followed suit in preventing plagues, and during one severe flu year, their family had only mild symptoms and recovered quickly.
So, naturally, they trusted them.
Claire Prescott replied, "I bought it from a friend, but our clinic still has a few left; if you need one, I can get it for you."
"That would be great, thank you, Claire. I’d also like to get some Antidisease Pills; we can settle it all together later."
"Okay."
However.
As the day went by, more than one patient wanted an incense burner.
Apparently, yesterday Tiger mentioned that many neighbors buying health equipment showed interest in the incense burner.
So, after work, she found Sharon’s WeChat and left a message.
She expected Sharon to be on vacation and unable to reply, but soon received a phone call.
"Claire, it’s so great, I didn’t expect anyone to be interested in the products I designed."
Claire Prescott chuckled, "This product is really creative and very safe to use."
"I still have to thank you; otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to deal with these products. I’ll send you the link right now, so if they need it, they can directly purchase it."
"Okay."
After receiving the link, Claire Prescott opened it.
After giving it some thought, she spoke, "Sharon, I’m afraid this page won’t do; there are too many marketing gimmicks, and I worry it might cause problems. Can you modify it over there?"
Sharon readily agreed, "Of course, I’ll make the changes and let you approve them tomorrow."
"Alright, I’ll wait for your message."
After hanging up, Claire Prescott stretched lazily and looked up at the gloomy sky outside; having worked late today, the bodyguard remained outside, half-hidden.
She called out to him, "Brother Lee, we’re done for the day. You can go home now."
The bodyguard looked back at her and replied, "Yes, Miss."
By midday the next day.
Sharon had sent the revised link over.
With the marketing gimmicks removed, the new layout looked much cleaner, and a video demonstrating operation was uploaded. The page provided a detailed introduction to the product’s features, usage, and scenarios, with guarantees for compensation and logistics.
This naturally put people at ease.
About to pick up her phone to reply.
The old traditional doctor across said to her, "No playing with your phone during meals."
Claire Prescott typed her reply, "I’m not playing; I’m handling the electronic incense burner issue."
After finishing.
She put her phone back in her pocket and obediently ate her meal.
Three days packed to the brim.
After the last day of work, she lay liberally on the old traditional doctor’s rocking chair in the courtyard, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.
The old doctor came out and tossed a blanket onto her, "Dinner will be ready soon; your grandmother made mooncakes this afternoon, would you like to try some?"
"Yes."
The old doctor turned around to fetch it for her, considerately bringing a cup of tea and placing it on the table.
"Thank you, Grandpa."
Claire Prescott lay there like a child, directly taking the mooncake and biting into it, savoring the taste, and commented, "Delicious."
It wasn’t long before Septima called everyone for dinner.
Only then did she crawl out of the rocking chair.
That evening, inexplicably, she had an excellent appetite, consuming half of the dishes herself.
The old doctor looked disapprovingly, advising with a frown, "Only eat until seventy percent full; eating too much at night doesn’t digest well."
Claire Prescott responded, "Once or twice is no problem; I’ll ask Grandma to take a walk with me later."
The old doctor sighed, "I have no idea where all that food goes."
"Nothing can be done; it’s just my constitution, no matter how much I eat, I don’t gain weight."
"..." The old doctor was helpless with her.
