Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 146: Old Mrs. Lowell Pays a Visit

The bodyguard hesitated for a mont and respectfully called out, "Old Mrs. Lowell."

He is Keane Lowell’s competent bodyguard, known by almost everyone in The Lowell Family.

Old Mrs. Lowell felt a bit surprised to see him here and asked, "Why are you here, are you here for a consultation?"

"I..." The bodyguard didn’t know how to explain and before he could speak, he was ignored.

Accompanied by the housekeeper, Old Mrs. Lowell entered Sinclair Apothecary.

Her sharp, aged eyes swept across the entire hall of Sinclair Apothecary. Tiger was not present at the mont, and she observed thoroughly, not even missing the inscriptions on the beams.

Then, following the signs, she arrived at Claire Prescott’s consultation room.

At this mont, the door was closed.

A sign labeled "Consultation in Progress" was hanging, and through the small transparent window, the situation inside could be seen.

The young doctor wore an elegant New Chinese-style Tang suit, her black hair was pinned to the side with a simple hairpin, and a strand of long hair gracefully draped over her front shoulder.

Behind her, a bookshelf filled the entire wall, serving as her backdrop, a subtle scholarly aura emanating from her.

Her face was tender and graceful, captivatingly beautiful.

Old Mrs. Lowell stood at the door, quietly observing, gradually realizing the patient inside looked familiar...

The patient was Ms. Sutton, who was previously diagnosed with uterine fibroids during Claire Prescott’s house call.

Not wanting others to see or hear about her condition and privacy, she specifically closed the door upon entering.

"Dr. Prescott, after following your advice and taking the dicine you prescribed, my nstrual cramps have disappeared, and the dark blocks have reduced. I feel that the lumps have significantly shrunk now."

Today, she ca in wearing a loose deep purple semi-Chinese outfit, her neck adorned with a pearl necklace as usual, her eyes filled with joy from the subsiding condition.

Initially, she was just trying her luck with the young doctor, surprisingly, the continuous ten-day dication proved effective.

Claire Prescott patiently checked her pulse and examined her tongue, "Is it now your nstrual period?"

"Yes, it’s the second day of my period."

After checking her pulse, Claire Prescott withdrew her hand and wrote down the pulse diagnosis and prescription: "I’ll prescribe you five days of dicine this ti, one dose a day. After finishing, co and see again for a pulse check."

"Alright." The Lady of Pearls looked at her with eyes full of admiration and appreciation, unable to hide it.

She took the prescription from the young doctor, just like last ti, she glanced over the prescription and saw those insect-based dicines again, and couldn’t help but frown.

Claire Prescott noticed and comforted her, "Pinch your nose while drinking the dicine; it might be better. Go to the dicine cabinet to weigh your dicine. If there’s no one at the counter, wait there for a bit; they might be in the restroom."

"Okay, thank you."

The Lady of Pearls took the prescription and opened the door to leave.

Unexpectedly, as she stepped out, she was called, "Mrs. Sutton."

The Lady of Pearls hesitated, her face slightly pale, "Low... Old Mrs. Lowell, why are you here?"

Old Mrs. Lowell’s gaze fell on her prescription and she asked with concern: "Mrs. Sutton, what’s the matter?"

"It’s nothing." The Lady of Pearls couldn’t help but remark, "This young doctor is truly miraculous. Nowadays, skilled Chinese dicine doctors are hard to find. For soone so young to pull patients back from the brink and treat various complex ailnts, encountering such a doctor is indeed fortunate."

Upon hearing her generous praise, Old Mrs. Lowell instead furrowed her brows.

Before she knew Claire Prescott’s identity, she’d heard plenty of comndations about her, so outstanding that she couldn’t help but investigate her.

After learning she was from the Prescott Family, the better Claire seed, the more displeased she felt, as if two forces were wrestling within her thoughts.

The Lady of Pearls asked, "Old Mrs. Lowell, are you here to see the young doctor?"

Old Mrs. Lowell looked inside from the door, and Claire Prescott’s gaze coincidentally t hers.

At that mont, a patient ca to Claire Prescott for consultation and, seeing them at the door asked, "Have you finished your appointnt?"

The Lady of Pearls hurriedly stepped aside, "Finished, you may go in."

The patient no longer paid them any mind and walked straight in.

Claire Prescott lowered her gaze indifferently.

She heard everything they said at the door and also saw Old Mrs. Lowell’s sharp gaze, which made her ponder the relationship between her and Keane Lowell.

"Dr. Prescott?"

Claire Prescott regained her composure, no longer paying attention to the people outside but focused on her work.

However.

The continuous stream of patients coming in gave Old Mrs. Lowell no chance to enter and speak with her alone.

After waiting at the door for about an hour, she finally gave up.

Leaving behind a note at Sinclair Apothecary’s counter, she handed it to Tiger: "Please help pass this note to Dr. Prescott. Ask her to co here to see when she has ti. I am her boyfriend’s grandmother."

Hearing her identity, Tiger paused and stiffly responded, "Alright."

"Thank you." After expressing her thanks, Old Mrs. Lowell turned around and left Sinclair Apothecary.

However.

Unexpectedly, she saw Bodyguard Lee again at Sinclair Apothecary.

Originally not paying attention, seeing him still here, she sensed a hint of anomaly.

The bodyguard proactively greeted her.

Old Mrs. Lowell asked, "Weren’t you always by Keane Lowell’s side, why are you here?"

"Sir sent to guard Sinclair Apothecary."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Lowell furrowed her brows, and after a few silent monts, didn’t say anything, boarding a car, leaving with a stern face.

Watching the car depart.

The bodyguard turned and entered Sinclair Apothecary, taking the note from Tiger and glanced at it.

It was the address of The Lowell Estate.

Seeing him frown, Tiger couldn’t help but overthink.

Recently, many noble ladies have co to see Sister Claire, but the Lowell family mber just now was different from other noble ladies, disciplined and courteous while giving an overwhelming oppressive feeling.

Thus, making him wonder if Keane Lowell’s grandmother opposed Sister Claire being with Keane Lowell.

"Is there a problem with the note?" Tiger asked.

The bodyguard didn’t answer.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he put away the note.

Tiger watched his actions in confusion, unclear about their intentions.

The bodyguard turned to look at him, his voice as usual cold and hard, "Pretend nothing happened about the note. Don’t ntion it to Miss Prescott."

"Why?"

"Sir will handle it personally."

Tiger still didn’t understand, "What’s going on?"

And the bodyguard only replied, "Just follow orders."

Mysterious and puzzling, leaving one unable to fathom their intentions.

But.

Being sent by Keane Lowell, surely he has his considerations and wouldn’t harm Sister Claire.

"Alright then." Tiger nodded and continued his work as if he’d seen nothing.