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. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Although the patient’s 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 patient’s 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 Lee’s lecture in the past, she had proudly told her grandfather about it, only to be scolded by him, saying that she shouldn’t have gone to listen to others’ lectures secretly, especially not to learn Elder Lee’s methods of medication.

He said that what Elder Lee could use, she might not necessarily be able to, and if she couldn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 Lee’s ups and downs, which stirred her emotions and made her secretly admire him.

Later on, even though she didn’t 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 wouldn’t allow her to use Elder Lee’s 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t help but genuinely admire this young Chinese physician.

However, the young physician seemed to be burdened with worries, and he didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t have the energy to spar with him, and said in a low voice, "If you don’t 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 didn’t expect Keane Lowell to assign you to her. Does he still have anyone capable by his side?"

"There’s 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. Lancaster’s 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 physician’s credit.

However.

He hadn’t expected the young Chinese physician’s 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, "It’s all thanks to Claire. If it weren’t for her, who knows how much more suffering he would have to endure."

Of course, it wasn’t 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 isn’t 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 doesn’t have an absolute standard. For example, our hospital’s medical equipment can provide a detailed report on patients’ conditions with absolute precision, but Chinese medicine can’t, because it’s about people, not machines, and sometimes there’s 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 hospital’s Chinese medicine department that worsened Uncle Lancaster’s 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 doesn’t 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 didn’t know much about the young Chinese physician.

He only knew that the young Chinese physician was Keane Lowell’s associate, Leighton’s 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 hospital’s 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 you’ve sincerely apologized, I will not pursue this matter further, considering it a way to accrue some virtue for myself."