Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 127: Helping Her Cover Up the Love Bite

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: Helping Her Cover Up the Love Bite

Claire Prescott rubbed her sleepy eyes and focused her gaze elsewhere.

She had just taken a nap on the road, but still felt somewhat listless.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to open the car door when she suddenly remembered something and paused her movement.

Then she raised her hand to touch the hickey on her neck.

She took out a cushion compact she had casually brought along and looked into the small mirror.

Even though there was already a layer of powder on her neck, forming a thin film, the mark was too deep, and the cushion’s concealing effect was not great, so the faint purplish mark could still be seen.

Keane Lowell, sitting beside her, quietly watched her actions and then gently took the compact from her hand, softly saying, "Come closer."

She hesitated for a moment.

Claire moved a bit closer to him, tilted her head back, and allowed him to gently press the powder onto her neck with delicate care.

Her heart felt a little tickled, like silent, dense bubbles emerging.

She watched in a trance the man’s calm and focused appearance.

His eyebrows and eyes were like ink paintings; with closed eyelids, his long, beautiful lashes cast elegant shadows on his flawless skin.

It was the first time she noticed how long and lovely his eyelashes were.

Snapping back to reality.

Claire spoke up, "Can you not kiss me here in the future? I can’t cover it up well, it’s embarrassing to go out like this."

Her voice was soft and intimate, resonating with a gentle vibration through the air.

Keane replied in a light tone, "I’ll be careful next time."

Being careful, huh...

Last night she had already told him not to kiss so insistently, yet he didn’t listen.

Forget it.

Since he helped her now, she decided to let it slide.

After everything was done.

Claire gave a final check using the mirror and, seeing the situation unchanged, accepted it reluctantly, brushed her hair over it for cover, then stepped out of the car with her needle bag.

She pressed the doorbell and waited at the entrance for a moment until a maid came to open the door.

Claire began introductions, "Hello, I’m a traditional Chinese doctor from Sinclair Apothecary. Ms. Sutton scheduled me for a consultation at seven today."

Recalling that her employer had indeed mentioned it, the maid intended to invite her in, but her gaze couldn’t help but fall on the man standing behind her.

Probably because of his extraordinary demeanor and noble air, which didn’t match that of a Chinese doctor, she couldn’t help but ask, "Who is this gentleman?"

Just then.

A lady wearing a pearl necklace walked out with a welcoming smile, "It’s Dr. Prescott..."

Upon seeing Keane behind her, her pupils narrowed with surprise, "Lowell... Lowell..."

After a moment of tongue-tied stammering, she finally managed to greet, "Young Master Lowell, how come you have time to visit me?"

Claire turned to glance at the man, surprised to discover that they knew each other.

The Lady of Pearls quickly composed herself and graciously invited both of them into the home, offering them tea.

At first, seeing the two sitting closely didn’t seem odd, but after noticing his subtle deference to the young doctor, it felt off.

"Mr. Lowell, this is the Chinese doctor I hired."

Keane replied in a deep voice, "I came with her."

The Lady of Pearls was taken aback, looking at the two in disbelief, "You know each other?"

Claire nodded, steering the conversation back on track, "Where is the patient who’s bedridden due to a stroke?"

The Lady of Pearls was still struggling to process their relationship, her expression faltering slightly.

She regained composure, her gaze towards Claire shifting awkwardly, "There’s no one with a stroke. I wanted you to take a look at me."

Claire wasn’t surprised, her eyes calm, speaking steadily, "About the consultation fee, has our clinic’s staff explained it clearly to you?"

The Lady of Pearls responded boldly, "Yes, I’ll pay twenty times the consultation and medicine fees."

"Do you have any discomfort?"

The Lady of Pearls glanced at Keane with subtle caution.

After some thought, she politely suggested, "Young Master Lowell, would you mind waiting here while I take Claire Prescott into the room for the check-up?"

Keane nodded slightly.

Clearly spotting the issue: faking a stroke to entice the young doctor for a house call.

The Lady of Pearls then instructed a maid, "Bring down my medical case files and x-ray reports from upstairs."

Then she led Claire into a guest room on the first floor.

"Sorry for using such a ploy to bring you here," the Lady of Pearls apologized, "I was diagnosed with uterine fibroids at the hospital recently. They recommended surgery, which I’m afraid of, so I thought I’d seek a Chinese medicine approach."

Coincidentally, while playing mahjong with Madeline White and friends, she’d heard of Claire’s excellent medical skills, prompting her to try this option first—in case traditional methods could help reduce it.

The Lady of Pearls then amiably took Claire’s hand, placing it on her lower abdomen, "Feel right here, below the navel is a mass about the size of half a fist."

Claire felt it, then withdrew her hand, "Let me take your pulse first."

The Lady of Pearls extended her hand, and as Claire felt her pulse, her eyes caught sight of the gold ring on Claire’s finger.

Claire asked, "What symptoms do you have?"

"Menstrual pain, blackish color, with clotting, and the cycle lasts about ten days."

"Let me see your tongue."

The Lady of Pearls complied, and shortly after, the maid knocked and entered, delivering the medical reports before exiting. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Claire concentrated on feeling her pulse for a long while, switching to the other hand before finally relaxing.

Then she glanced over the medical reports, wrote down a prescription, and kept a copy for the apothecary, "I’ve prescribed ten doses; take one a day. Once finished, come to Sinclair Apothecary for a follow-up."

She added, "I’ll have the herbs sent to you by courier after returning to the apothecary."

The Lady of Pearls scanned the prescription, her hands trembling a little, "This says to take live leeches, powdered centipede dissolved in yellow wine—it seems quite bizarre, doesn’t it?"

"No need for concern, these are animal-based herbs effective in treating symptoms like yours."

"But..." the thought of consuming them made her feel a wave of nausea.

Claire patiently reassured her, "Bitter medicine is good for your illness, isn’t it? If you’re apprehensive, you could have someone at home prepare it for you."

Still, the Lady of Pearls seemed somewhat fearful.

After a moment of internal struggle, she sighed, "Alright then."

Seeing her hesitation, Claire added gently, "Remember to take the medicine daily, otherwise, refusing surgery means enduring this monthly pain, which isn’t pleasant."

Eventually.

Compliant, the Lady of Pearls nodded.

Suddenly recalling something, she couldn’t help asking, "What is your relationship with Young Master Lowell?"