Delyth felt losing patience. Not able to hold it any longer, she reached out to grab Ryan's arms before pulling it slightly to catch his attention. "Ryan, please," she said. "That's not important now. You said you would help . Please do that first."
Ryan wanted to retort her but when he caught the sight of her panicked face, he couldn't shrug it. Taking a deep breath, he nodded to her before turning again to look at Jason.
"Dr. Clark," he began, his tone smooth but carrying an annoyed edge to it. "In the recent few days, I have tried ways to book an appointnt with you but given your busy schedule couldn't get the chance. But since today, I got a chance to et you here, I would like to request you to help with my sister's case." He then slightly turned and gestured towards Delyth. "She is a dancer and her legs are important to her. We believe that with you taking her case, she would be able to dance again.
"Sister?" Jason repeated, his lips tugging slightly with a hint of mockery. He could have masked it well if he had wanted to but he deliberately kept it evident on his face so that he could irk Ryan. "You sure are a caring brother, Mr. Foster —a true inspiration."
Ryan frowned. "What are you trying to say?"
Jason smiled and glanced at Delyth before shaking his head to nothing. "I just an you are over-praising . I don't think I did anything to deserve your praises."
"You —"
Before Ryan could speak anything, Delyth interrupted him, speaking to Jason in her softest tone. "Dr. Clark, you deserve all the praises. We are still saying less. I have heard you are the best among the others. As long as it's you treating a patient, they tend to recover better," her words clearly set forth to flatter the man, but little did she know that none of her tricks were going to work.
"I am a dancer and dance is my passion. I can't live without it but given my condition, the doctors are saying that I can't recover enough to dance. But I am sure as long as you treat and operate , I will be able to dance again. Please, please, Dr. Clark, treat , so that I can once again get back on the stage"
She then turned to Ryan and smiled to add, "And don't worry about your fees. As long as you promise to help , Ryan will fulfill your all demands."
At this, Dr. Cred couldn't keep his composure any longer. All this while he was trying hard to not react, but what the woman said just now, pushed him off the edge. He coughed has as if she had choked on air.
Was she even serious?
Does she even know who she was talking to? Does this man even need her little money?
Delyth's brows knitted and she turned to look at Dr. Cred. "What's wrong?" she asked and Jason from the side spoke, "Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ember. Dr. Cred might be thinking what a golden offer you have presented. Maybe he is even envious," he said, glancing briefly at Dr. Cred, who tried to hold back the curl of his lips.
There were slow whispers and Ryan frowned, understanding the sarcasm. But Delyth was too oblivious to the things. Smiling, she said all proudly. "There is nothing to be envious of, Dr. Clark. Given your expertise, you deserve it." She then paused briefly and asked, "So does that an you agree to help ?" Her voice carried the excitent that was hard to conceal.
Jason stared at her for a few seconds before smiling. "I don't think I can, Ms. Ember," he said, and the blush of expectation that had appeared on Delyth's face disappeared.
"Why?" Delyth asked, but Jason no longer cared to answer.
Giving a scoffing smile, he briefly glanced at Ryan before turning to the old dean to say, "Dr. Cred, we should held to so quiet place to discuss the things we had to." Looking down at his watch, he added, "I am a bit running late already. I don't think I can delay my schedule for long."
Dr. Cred understood the cue at once. Nodding, he imdiately said, "Sure, Dr. Clark. You are a busy doctor. It would be really stupid of us if we don't understand the value of your ti." He then gestured towards the direction of his office and said, "My office is this way. Please."
Jason nodded with a smile and took his steps to walk with him.
Panicked, Delyth turned to look at Ryan. "Ryan, what should we do now? He is leaving and … no, Ryan. I need him. He could treat my legs and I will be able to dance. Please ask him to help . Tell him you would give him anything he would ask for, but he just has to treat my leg. Please, Ryan."
Ryan frowned, not liking the sound of Delyth's intentions. "Delyth, are you crazy? I can't promise him anything. That's not the way we negotiate and …"
"Negotiate?" Delyth repeated, shaking her head. "This is not so business deal where you need to negotiate, Ryan. It's about my future and you promised my brother to help stabilise my future. Without my dance, I can't do that. Please ask him, I beg you."
Ryan felt like there was no use in begging. Because as far as he understood, the doctor was hell-bent on embarrassing them. Though masked, the hostility was clear in his eyes as if she was carrying so kind of grudge against them. No matter what they say or offer, he wouldn't budge and agree to treat Delyth.
But still, to make sure that Delyth understood and accepted it, he spoke, stopping Jason halfway. "Dr. Clark," he called, making Jason montarily pause in his step. When he saw him looking back over his should he continued, "I will accept all your demands as long as you agree to treat, Delyth. Will you please consider it once?"
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