Though Delyth knew that she hadn't given a good first impression to him, she knew that every man holds an urge to protect the woman who is weak and vulnerable. And this gentleman of the doctor couldn't be any different.
As long as she acts frail, he would agree to help and forget whatever impression he had of her in the first ti. After all, holding a grudge with a crippled woman would only degrade his reputation. For Arwen or any woman, he would sacrifice it. With that confidence, she glanced up at him, keeping her gaze soft and tearful.
Dr. Cred who had noted the words, looked back at Jason with slight confusion. "Dr. Clark, do you know her?" he asked, already assuming the back of his mind.
Given she was dressed in the patient's clothes, it wasn't hard for him to guess she was a patient here. If she was a patient here, and she knew Dr. Clark, it would be possible that the help Jason was referring to before was regarding her.
Before Jason could speak, Delyth answered Dr. Cred, her voice laced with hidden excitent. "Yes, Dr. Clark is a friend of mine."
Hearing her, the old doctor smiled. The earlier request of Jason started to make sense to him. So, he really wanted help for this lady. No wonder, he reached him out. But sothing still felt amiss. His gaze darted back to Jason. If he truly wanted help for a patient, he doesn't need to be so humble. With just a small order, it would be easily taken care of.
But then did he hold a position to even question there? If the young Dr. Clark makes a request, no hospital in the entire Cralens holds the authority to refuse him. It was his fortune that he ca to ask him. At least this way he got to make acquaintance with such an influential figure.
Thinking like that, Dr. Cred was ready to ask soone to look for Delyth's dical reports, so that he could personally ask the best of the doctors of the hospital to treat her. But just when he would have signalled soone around, Jason's words halted him.
"A friend?" Jason's words ca as causal as they would have co for any stranger. His eyes suddenly were coldly staring at her as if accusing her of stirring so nuisance here. "Sorry, miss, but do I know you?"
Delyth was frozen dumb. Her expression clearly reflected the confusion. Just now, before she explained to Dr. Cred, she saw a flicker of recognition flash in Jason's eyes that gave her the confidence to call him a friend. There was no way, she saw it wrongly. Then why was he embarrassing her? Was he being deliberate?
But whatever was it, she couldn't let it escalate. So, she quickly spoke, "Dr. Clark, it's , Delyth Ember. Last, we t at South City Hospital, almost two months back and we have exchanged a few words." Her voice carried a clear hint of desperation.
Jason wanted to really clap at the woman's audacity to think those words were sothing that held the value to keep her in his mories.
Although he recognized her at the very first glance, it had nothing to do with her impression. Rather he rembered her because she dared to harm Arwen last ti. He hasn't forgotten it because if he hadn't appeared at the right ti that day, Arwen would have suffered another accident.
When Dr. Cred saw how things were unfolding, he frowned. Looking at Jason, he said, "Dr. Clark, do you not know here? She is Delyth Ember, the famous ballet dancer and —"
Jason turned to look at him and raised a brow of astonishnt. "A famous ballet dancer?" he asked and just when Dr. Cred was about to nod, Jason added with a soft humourless chuckle, "Dr. Cred, did you misunderstand as her fan?"
A fan?
Dr. Cred was flustered. He wouldn't dare, knowing how busy usually the schedules of doctors are. Especially soone like Dr. Jason Clark. There is no way he could dean his valuable ti by suggesting him to be following soone who doesn't even match his calibre.
Shaking his head, he quickly apologized. "Oh, definitely not!" That's not what I ant," he said, and then shifted his gaze to Delyth to add, "I was just introducing this lady and —"
"Dr. Cred, I rarely get ti to dive into other studies. My all interest and ti are invested in dicine," Jason said, keeping it short. "Don't think too much. I won't get ti to get interested in any dance form, given my current schedule. But if you are interested you should definitely dive in further. It's good to diversify your knowledge always."
Dr. Cred didn't know what to say. He has no interest in dance either. It was just that recently he had co across several articles about Delyth Ember and had recognized her from there. If not, he would have known her either.
But then explaining this would only embarrass the lady, so he didn't bother. Furthermore, he felt that the more he tried to explain himself, the more wrong was getting perceived. So, not deteriorating his impression anymore, he simply cleared his throat and nodded, "I will think about it, Dr. Clark."
Then looking back at Delyth, he gave her a long look before saying, "Ms. Ember, Dr. Clark is a guest in our hospital. I hope you don't mind going back to your room to rest first." With that, he gestured for a nurse to co forward and take her away.
The nurse quickly walked but just when she was about to wheel her away, Delyth held the wheel and said, "Wait! Don't take away. I have sothing to talk to Dr. Clark."
Since she had held the wheel, the nurse could not control the wheelchair anymore.
Delyth then looked at Jason once again and said, "Dr. Clark, you must know . I an we clearly t before at South City Hospital. You were there with Arwen and we — Did she say sothing to make you misunderstand ?"
Jason turned to look at her with a frown. "Miss, I think it's you who is misunderstanding sothing here." His voice ca calm, but carrying a sharp edge. "You don't hold any significant position where people will create misunderstandings about you."
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