Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 100: Lingering Fear

At this mont, 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.

Although the patient’s pulse had improved, it inexplicably made her feel a lingering fear, without any sense of achievent.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it seed that the patient’s serious condition was easily cured with just a simple drink of dicine, but they, as practitioners of traditional Chinese dicine, bore imnse 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 thods of dication.

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 ti, naive and inexperienced, innocently arguing with her grandfather about Great dical Sincerity.

Her grandfather wouldn’t listen to anything, only looking at her profoundly, with what seed like tears in his eyes.

Later, she secretly organized the experiences taught by Elder Lee, summarizing them in her room as if learning so forbidden dical techniques seen on TV.

The reason she knew about Elder Lee was that her mother had once told her stories about traditional Chinese dicine, ntioning 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 dical practicing license, she would secretly help her classmates with their ailnts, fearless.

That fearless spirit seed 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 seed to have changed.

She began to understand why her grandfather always punished her by making her copy "Great dical Sincerity," yet wouldn’t allow her to use Elder Lee’s thods 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 soone 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 ti he had felt the amazing aspect of traditional Chinese dicine, so he couldn’t help but genuinely admire this young Chinese physician.

However, the young physician seed 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 newcor 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 aningfully, "Bullied by soone? 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 mont, 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."

eting 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 aning, "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 montarily 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 dical 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 thodically treat Uncle Lancaster, she had stopped talking, quietly observing her every move.

Now she felt a sense of sha and powerlessness.

She realized her previous unreasonable behavior and misjudgnt of Claire, and regretted her past actions toward her.

Ethan Lancaster said in a deep voice, "The Chinese dicine in your hospital isn’t as effective as that from a private apothecary; I think your Chinese dicine departnt should close sooner rather than later."

Milton Rivers t his gaze calmly, "Unlike Western dicine, Chinese dicine doesn’t have an absolute standard. For example, our hospital’s dical equipnt can provide a detailed report on patients’ conditions with absolute precision, but Chinese dicine can’t, because it’s about people, not machines, and sotis 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 dicine departnt 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 dicine departnt."

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 aning.

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 co 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 dicine departnt.

In the quiet room.

Mr. Lancaster spoke up, "Alright then."

His voice still carrying the frailness of soone 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 so virtue for myself."