Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 151: Long Time No See

"Didn’t say anything."

With that.

There was a mont of silence.

Claire Prescott’s eyes flashed with slyness, and she casually added, "Grandma said she’s picked out a few prospects for you and asked to help decide which one suits you best."

Finn Prescott furrowed his brow slightly, "Really?"

"Really." Her expression was exceptionally calm, her beautiful, clear face pure without a trace of joking.

Finn was skeptical, his narrow eyes narrowing slightly, looking thoughtful.

Actually, as soon as he returned to the country, the family had slowly started to find him potential matches.

Later, when he returned to Valoria with his sister, the family’s focus shifted entirely to her, either persuading her to stay in Valoria or worrying about her marriage. After learning she was with Keane Lowell, their concerns multiplied, naturally neglecting him.

Unexpectedly, he couldn’t escape the fate of a wealthy arranged marriage, even though he was Jericho Prescott’s illegitimate son.

Claire asked in a teasing tone, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Finn hesitated to respond.

Claire took a sip of water, and mischievously remarked, "If you don’t start dating soon, you’ll have to accept the family’s arranged marriage. If no one wants you even for an arranged marriage, that would be quite the failure."

"..." Finn was at a loss for words, "Do I look like soone that nobody wants?"

"You look fierce, self-absorbed, love to act, and you smoke. Girls nowadays absolutely hate smokers. If you don’t quit smoking, finding soone can be quite difficult."

Each remark hit him right in the heart.

Finn looked at her helplessly, unable to do anything about it.

Claire continued, "Quit smoking first, and there’s a better chance girls will like you."

Just as she finished speaking.

At that mont.

Suddenly, soone knocked and ca in.

It was a young female doctor in a white lab coat. She seed to be looking for Finn, but she wasn’t.

She was directly approaching Claire, with a friendly tone tinged with slight respect, "Dr. Prescott, can you check my pulse? I’ve been having insomnia and I’d like you to examine and see what’s wrong."

Claire was puzzled for a mont, wondering how she knew her.

The female doctor imdiately squatted in front of her, extending her wrist and simultaneously taking out a prepared pen and paper.

Claire hesitated for a mont.

She placed her fingers on the pulse and asked, "Can’t your hospital’s traditional dicine departnt even treat insomnia?"

"I haven’t consulted them for this," the female doctor explained, "Every hospital has its specialty; ours is best at cardiology."

Claire continued to inquire, "How do you all know ?"

The female doctor smiled, "Since the last ti you ca for a consultation at our departnt, nearly everyone there knows you. Many doctors want to visit your clinic for treatnt, but are too busy to make ti."

Claire quickly comprehended the situation.

This is the gastroenterology departnt.

The last ti she treated Uncle Lancaster was in this departnt.

She focused on the pulse diagnosis and softly asked, "Do you often stay up late?"

"Yes, I’m in the ergency departnt, working night shifts regularly, so my sleep quality is often poor."

"Open your mouth, let see your tongue."

The female doctor complied.

Claire inquired, "The insomnia should have lasted for several years, correct?"

"Yes."

Claire released her grip, and while writing a prescription, inford her, "You’re suffering from liver and gall-bladder heat and liver-kidney yin deficiency causing insomnia. The treatnt should focus on regulating the liver and kidneys. I’ll also prescribe so sedative dicine for you to take with the prescription."

"Okay."

"When you can’t sleep at night, you can try adjusting your breathing using the 4-7-8 breathing thod to aid sleep: inhale using your abdon for four seconds, hold your breath for seven seconds, and exhale for eight seconds; cycle through this five to six tis."

Her voice was gentle and patient, her light blue-green dress amplifying her elegant and serene temperant. Both her voice and appearance provided a particular comfort.

The female doctor’s face lit up with a smile of admiration, because the young traditional dicine practitioner in front of her seed young, yet her dical skills were extraordinarily genuine, even diagnosing her years-long insomnia so effortlessly, "Thank you, Dr. Prescott."

"You’re welco. Even doctors must take care of themselves. If feeling unwell, it’s important to seek tily treatnt; postponing will only worsen the condition."

"Alright, I’ll pay attention in the future."

Claire finished the last word on the blank paper and handed the prescription to her, "Done."

The female doctor took the prescription and clutched it to her chest as if she had acquired a treasure, expressed her gratitude repeatedly, and left the ward.

Finn observed all this.

He clearly saw the gentle gaze slightly dissipate when it turned to him.

Claire shifted her gaze towards the bottle of hanging dication.

At that mont.

Three doctors knocked and ca in simultaneously.

This ti, they weren’t here for her dical expertise, but to invite her for a ward consultation.

A patient was covered in rashes all over, itching so badly he couldn’t sleep. Examination at their hospital didn’t reveal the cause of the allergic reaction; dications administered for several days hadn’t worked, and the patient’s condition was serious, potentially life-threatening if delayed.

They handed her the case file to scrutinize.

Claire glanced at the person receiving the IV drip, "Can you manage on your own?"

"Go ahead."

One of the doctors offered, "If you’re worried about your family mber, we can leave a doctor here to attend to him."

"No need, he can manage."

Claire gave Finn a last glance, then followed them out, heading to the patient’s room.

Upon entering, she saw a man sitting shirtless on the hospital bed.

At that mont, he was using a cold water bag to soothe his arms, the exposed skin reddened but not appearing too frightening due to his darker complexion.

As the patient lifted his head, their eyes inadvertently t, causing Claire to pause in surprise, her eyes shimring with slight ripple.

The man’s physique was sturdy, his short, black hair pristine, and despite his skin being dark, his well-defined features conveyed an unshakeable righteous spirit. The bold brows bore a masculine resilience, while his gaze seed to contain past waves upon eting an old acquaintance, though quickly subsiding.

The doctor invited her inside.

Before the doctor could introduce, the man looked directly at her and spoke in a low voice, "Claire, long ti no see."

As soon as he spoke.

The three doctors froze, looking at the two sowhat incredulously.

The atmosphere grew subtly delicate.

Claire slightly opened her lips, responding, "Long ti no see."

One of the doctors asked, "Do you know each other?"