Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 105: Stubborn Mouth

No wonder the higher-ups want to poach her.

The attending doctor looked at Claire Prescott with appreciation and said, "Dr. Prescott, may I have a word with you?"

Claire Prescott nodded, "Sure."

They went to his office, where he leisurely poured her a glass of water.

Claire Prescott, impatiently, broke the silence, "Senior, if you could be brief, I need to get back to work. I haven’t even had breakfast."

Upon hearing this.

The attending doctor generously shared his own breakfast with her, "Go ahead, eat. I just brought it up, it’s still warm."

Claire Prescott hesitated for a moment, then accepted without further politeness.

For the next ten minutes or so.

She sat there munching on a bun while listening to him make an enticing pitch to recruit her to work there.

He talked about the large platform, the lack of constraints unlike private clinics, plenty of resources and opportunities, how it would help her grow quickly and improve her skills. For a medical student, joining a big hospital is a relatively stable path.

Claire Prescott let the words in one ear and out the other.

Finally, she took a sip of soy milk and casually declined, "Sorry, but I’m more comfortable staying at my family’s clinic. Thank you for the breakfast."

The phrase "my family’s clinic" instantly blocked all his previous arguments.

The attending doctor was momentarily speechless, completely at a loss, and finally said desperately, "What would it take for you to join us here? Name your conditions; I’ll discuss it with the management and try to meet your requirements."

It sounded like he was pleading for her to switch jobs.

"Senior, there’s no need to go to such lengths. Everyone has their own choices. I grew up at Sinclair Apothecary and never thought of working elsewhere."

After finishing, Claire Prescott glanced at the time and said to him, "I should head back to work now."

"Hey—" Seeing her refuse so decisively, the attending doctor grew anxious, "Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?"

"Sorry..."

Claire Prescott didn’t engage further, walking straight out of his office. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

She returned to Uncle Lancaster’s ward, giving a final piece of advice, one dose of medicine a day, not to be overdosed.

However.

As she was leaving, Ethan Lancaster reached for his suit and stepped out to follow her.

"Claire."

Claire Prescott paused, turning to look at him, "What’s up?"

Seeing her expression of indifference, keeping everyone at a distance, Ethan Lancaster took a deep breath and spoke warmly, "It’s your time of the month."

Upon hearing this.

Claire Prescott blushed instantly, turning to pull at her skirt.

She was wearing a light-colored skirt today, and it was obvious that a small patch at the back had been stained red.

Seeing her embarrassment, Ethan Lancaster was about to step forward to offer his coat when he saw her clutching the blood-stained skirt, leaving without looking back.

His brows furrowed gradually, and his expression darkened inch by inch.

Claire Prescott went to the nurse’s station to seek help from the on-duty nurse.

The nurse responded enthusiastically, "Let me see."

However, before the nurse could find anything, a patient’s family member came over, and the nurse forgot about her, rushing off to handle an emergency.

Claire Prescott felt a brief moment of helplessness.

Just as she was planning to buy some from a nearby convenience store, she turned around and saw Yvonne Lancaster approaching her.

Yvonne offered her a sanitary pad, speaking in an unusually friendly tone, "Here, use this, no need to thank me."

Claire Prescott reached out to take it but stopped halfway, retracting her hand and coldly saying, "No need."

With that, she turned to leave.

Yvonne stood there, feeling a bit frustrated, then unwillingly took a few more steps to catch up, calling out to her retreating figure, "I wouldn’t harm you, do you really need to guard against me like this?"

The only response was Claire’s rapidly disappearing silhouette.

...

Back at Sinclair Apothecary, Claire Prescott went home to change into a clean set of clothes.

The busy morning, coupled with abdominal cramps, made it increasingly uncomfortable the longer she sat.

Though she always prided herself on her good health, she didn’t expect to experience period pain one day.

By afternoon, she finally found a moment of respite to go to her room and prepare some herbal medicine.

The old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, attracted by the smell, came over and stood at the doorway, looking at her with a sheepish smile.

His sudden and silent appearance startled her.

"Grandfather."

Seeing her looking pale and exhausted, the seasoned old doctor immediately discerned her issue, "I told you to cut back on cold beverages, and now you’re paying the price, right?"

Claire Prescott put on a pained expression, "Grandfather, spare me the jokes."

"Let me check your pulse later."

"I’ve checked my own pulse already, and the medicine is almost ready, no need to trouble you."

The tone of her voice carried a hint of pride in her medical skills.

The old doctor was momentarily helpless against her and couldn’t help but nag a bit as he left, "If you’re not feeling well, go home and lie down for a while."

"Got it."

Once the medicine was ready, Claire Prescott carried it back to the consultation room to let it cool before drinking it. The next moment, a patient arrived.

The person who came was Finn Prescott.

It had been a while since they last met, and she found his appearance slightly unfamiliar.

The last time they met was at the police station.

Seeing the bowl of blackish traditional Chinese medicine on her desk, Finn Prescott teased, "Even traditional Chinese doctors get sick?"

"Traditional Chinese doctors are human beings, and every human can fall ill."

"Do traditional Chinese doctors find traditional medicine bitter?"

"..." Claire Prescott was momentarily speechless, "My sense of taste is quite good."

"With a good sense of taste, you bear it if you can, right?"

There was a veiled implication in his words.

Claire Prescott could hear it.

She stopped wasting time, her voice becoming more solemn, "If you have something to say, say it."

"I’ve waited for you for days, and you never came to me."

"What would I come to you for?"

Finn Prescott’s expression darkened slightly, understanding well the predicament she was currently in, yet he didn’t expect that she could endure so much.

"I’ve heard about your uncle’s situation, and I’ve looked into the debts he owed."

He directly took out a card from his pocket, generously offering it to her, "It’s not too much or too little, do whatever you see fit."

The young master was well-off and naturally wasn’t short of money.

Claire Prescott moved the card back, "Do I seem like someone who would let herself be wronged?"

Of course not.

Just a bit stubborn yet soft-hearted.

Finn Prescott didn’t take the card back, frowning at her pale face, "What kind of health issue requires you to take medicine?"

"The door is over there."

The abrupt order to leave was unanticipated.

Finn Prescott gritted his teeth in silence.

After a moment, he took out a gift box from his pocket, opened it, and set it on the desk. Inside the black velvet was the Meteorite Necklace.

"Don’t lose it again," he said with a smoother tone, almost coaxing.

To which she replied, "It’s too ugly; I don’t want it."

Finn Prescott’s expression stiffened.

If it were so ugly, she wouldn’t have put it under her pillow every day, and when it was gone, she would want to find it back.

Head to toe, she was just too stubborn in her words.

He didn’t voice his thoughts or make any further actions, leaving only with a parting remark, "If you have any trouble, feel free to ask me for help. You’re my sister, I’m happy to help, don’t be polite with your brother."

Claire Prescott was about to say something, but he had already turned and left, slowly but steadily disappearing through the door.

The Meteorite Necklace was still prominently placed on her desk, untouched.

After hesitating for a moment, she took the necklace out of the box, gently tracing the engraved markings to confirm it was indeed her lost necklace before she felt at ease to put it away.

Then she picked up the bowl of medicine and gently blew on it.

After just a couple of sips.

By chance.

Keane Lowell walked in.