Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 98: Mr. Lancaster’s Acute Condition (Part 1)

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Mr. Lancaster’s Acute Condition (Part 1)

Now, she had to seriously think about how to explain to Keane Lowell...

She took her nap in her own room.

Septima had indeed taken the quilt out to air it under the sun. It carried the scent of sunshine and felt warm on her, lulling her into an unwitting slumber.

When the alarm rang, she got up instantly, washed her face in the bathroom, and returned to Sinclair Apothecary.

Upon hearing footsteps, Tiger, who was drowsily sleeping by the counter, woke up to see a tall, elegant figure walk in.

He instantly became more alert.

The acquaintance of this person seemed familiar to him.

As he recollected, seeing him striding towards Sister Claire’s consulting room, Tiger hurriedly called out to stop him, "Sir, wait a minute."

Ethan Lancaster paused his steps upon hearing the call.

Tiger caught up and stopped him halfway, "Sir, do you have any concerns with Dr. Prescott?"

Noticing the intent to block him, Ethan’s expression darkened slightly, and he curtly said, "It’s urgent."

"If you’re not here for a medical consultation, please don’t disturb Dr. Prescott, as she will be seeing patients this afternoon."

"Did she tell you that herself?"

"Uh..." Tiger’s gaze suddenly firmed as he responded, "Yes."

It was visibly apparent.

The elegance on Ethan’s mature face instantly turned cold.

Come to think of it.

He had only visited Sinclair Apothecary once, a long time ago, and this staff member still managed to remember his appearance and blocked him here.

He spoke calmly, "I’m here to see her for medical reasons."

"Since you’re here for Sister Claire’s consultation, let me register you first."

Realizing he was given a concession, Ethan did not rashly barge in, patiently followed him to the counter, and waited for registration.

After successfully registering.

Ethan took a deep breath and directly proceeded to Claire Prescott’s consulting room.

Upon arrival at the door, he saw her sleepily leaning on a chair.

Upon hearing someone approach, she sat up startled, becoming instantly alert.

However, upon seeing him, her gaze somewhat dimmed.

Claire Prescott, with a dismissive air, turned on her computer for a glance.

To her surprise, he had indeed registered for her consultation.

The man approached her steadily and straightforwardly said, "It isn’t for myself; it’s my father’s intestinal obstruction recurrence. He was discharged today but relapsed halfway, now in the Intensive Care Unit, and the situation is severe, so I’m here to ask for your help."

After hearing that.

Claire Prescott’s expression turned solemn.

She didn’t delay, shut down her computer, and left the consulting room with him.

At the counter.

She instructed Tiger, "Transfer all my patients to the senior Chinese doctor until I return."

Seeing her hurrying, Tiger felt a vague unease and quickly replied, "Got it."

As Claire Prescott was about to leave, she suddenly turned back to look at the bodyguard crushing medicine silently, "Brother Lee, come with me."

It’s not because she didn’t trust Ethan Lancaster, but rather, alone facing Ethan Lancaster, she felt completely defenseless and insecure.

The bodyguard, Brother Lee, promptly set down the crusher and followed them.

Ethan drove the car.

The two of them sat in the back seat, the speed wasn’t slow, but every deceleration and braking was particularly steady.

At the traffic lights, Ethan couldn’t help but glance at the rearview mirror.

The mirror reflected a serene, luminous face, touched softly by sunlight, with clear, bright eyes, full of purity and depth.

Even when she did nothing but sit quietly, it stirred a desire for possession.

Claire Prescott’s gaze remained outside the window, not noticing his peeking, but the bodyguard beside her saw Ethan Lancaster’s covetousness towards his employer.

No one made a sound.

Letting subtlety ferment.

Finally, urged by honking from behind, Ethan came back to his senses.

After driving away from the intersection, Ethan considerately asked, "Is the air conditioning temperature too cold?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Realizing he was addressing her, Claire Prescott responded, "No, it’s fine."

No more words were exchanged until they reached the city hospital.

The smell of disinfectant overwhelmed them.

They entered the Intensive Care Unit through another entrance, encountering no one else as the elevator ascended.

At the ward, the bodyguard, Brother Lee, was stopped at the door.

Upon entering, Claire Prescott saw an elderly person lying on a white hospital bed, attached to various vital signs monitors, surrounded by two doctors in white coats and several family members.

It was practically a group guarding him there.

"Ethan, why did you bring her here?"

The speaker was Yvonne Lancaster, Ethan’s cousin, whom Claire had met in Valoria with the Prescott Family.

"Speak respectfully," Ethan said with a cold gravity.

Yvonne restrained herself a bit but couldn’t help feeling worried, "The Western doctors say surgery is very risky, and even the best Chinese medicine practitioners here can’t cure Uncle. What if she, a fledgling Chinese medicine practitioner, makes Uncle’s condition worse?"

As soon as she spoke.

The other Lancaster Family members present inevitably felt uneasy.

Among them, Mrs. Lancaster was the most unsettled.

Perhaps because of her subtle prejudice against someone from the Prescott Family of Valoria, coupled with her young age, Claire’s experience surely couldn’t compare to those seasoned Chinese doctors, raising concerns she might worsen her husband’s condition.

She consequently pulled Ethan outside for a discussion.

Seeing them go, Claire Prescott naturally understood that Mrs. Lancaster had trust issues with her.

It was alright, nonetheless.

Under numerous skeptical and disdainful glances from Yvonne, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

She quietly observed the patient’s condition.

His face appeared pallid; he had frequent hiccups, seemed overly weak, in such pain he couldn’t open his eyes, and his body was faintly trembling.

After a while.

As if they had reached a decision.

The mother and son duo returned to the ward.

Mrs. Lancaster bore a grave expression before ultimately nodding for her to give it a try.

The attending Chinese physician promptly handed Mr. Lancaster’s medical records to her, explaining the condition, "The patient was admitted due to intestinal obstruction and incarcerated hernia. He’s been ill for seven days. The X-ray results indicate a fluid level at the linea alba xiphoid process; the right lateral abdomen is painful and has been incarcerated for three days, accompanied by frequent vomiting and blocked bowel movements. Western treatments like gastrointestinal decompression and enema have failed. Surgery is planned, but the family requested a trial of Chinese medicine."

Claire Prescott briefly reviewed the examination results.

Honestly, she found it hard to understand much of the Western medical data provided.

The attending Chinese physician then elaborated on his diagnosis and treatment outcomes.

All pulse conditions, prescriptions issued, and changes in the patient’s condition were meticulously documented.

"...This morning’s X-ray results showed the disappearance of the fluid level. After administering the third prescription I provided for the hernia, he fully recovered in twenty minutes, leading to his discharge. While on the way, he felt cold, with frequent hiccups, continuing up to now."

After saying it.

The silence that followed was only interrupted by the sound of flipping pages.

Everyone fixed their gaze on her focused, serene figure.

The long dress in pink and white highlighted her slender and gentle temperament; the air seemed to carry a faint medicinal fragrance.