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 mont, 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 dical 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 argunts.

The attending doctor was montarily speechless, completely at a loss, and finally said desperately, "What would it take for you to join us here? Na your conditions; I’ll discuss it with the managent and try to et your requirents."

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 ti 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.

She returned to Uncle Lancaster’s ward, giving a final piece of advice, one dose of dicine 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 ti 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 embarrassnt, 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 see."

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

Claire Prescott felt a brief mont of helplessness.

Just as she was planning to buy so 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 ."

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 like this?"

The only response was Claire’s rapidly disappearing silhouette.

...

Back at Sinclair Apothecary, Claire Prescott went ho 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 mont of respite to go to her room and prepare so herbal dicine.

The old traditional Chinese dicine doctor, attracted by the sll, ca 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 imdiately 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 the jokes."

"Let check your pulse later."

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

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

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

"Got it."

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

The person who ca was Finn Prescott.

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

The last ti they t was at the police station.

Seeing the bowl of blackish traditional Chinese dicine 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 dicine bitter?"

"..." Claire Prescott was montarily 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 ti, her voice becoming more solemn, "If you have sothing to say, say it."

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

"What would I co to you for?"

Finn Prescott’s expression darkened slightly, understanding well the predicant 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 soone 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 dicine?"

"The door is over there."

The abrupt order to leave was unanticipated.

Finn Prescott gritted his teeth in silence.

After a mont, he took out a gift box from his pocket, opened it, and set it on the desk. Inside the black velvet was the teorite 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 for help. You’re my sister, I’m happy to help, don’t be polite with your brother."

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

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

After hesitating for a mont, 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 dicine and gently blew on it.

After just a couple of sips.

By chance.

Keane Lowell walked in.