Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 161: Headache—Need You to Rub It

The mother of the sick child suppressed her sobs, trying to control her emotions and speak in an orderly manner, "My child has bronchial pneumonia and is hospitalized. The doctors have tried all kinds of antibiotics on him, but none worked, which led to a disruption in his internal bacteria balance. For six consecutive days, he’s had green watery stools and vomits whenever he drinks breast milk. Last night, his fever reached thirty-nine degrees, and now the hospital has issued a critical condition notice, saying my child can’t be saved."

Claire Prescott frowned while looking at the baby in her arms, placing her hand gently on the infant’s tiny forehead to test his temperature.

She carefully lifted his clothes and could feel that his abdomen was severely swollen. After unfastening his diaper for a quick look, the little guy was still passing watery green stools.

She fastened the baby’s diaper back on and asked gently, "How old is he now?"

"Not yet six months."

Claire then gently opened his curled fingers, checking his fingerprints and feeling his pulse.

The child’s vital energy was weak, combined with internal pathogens.

After much contemplation.

Claire Prescott didn’t even write a prescription this time, directly telling her, "Don’t worry too much, wait here for a moment. I’ll go fetch some medicine for him."

However.

As she looked up, she realized the door was already surrounded by many people, almost completely blocking the entrance.

Before Claire could speak, Tiger hurried over to maintain order, and soon a path was cleared at the doorway.

Without saying anything, Claire walked swiftly to the counter and methodically weighed several medicinal herbs from the pharmacy cabinet.

Poria dispels dampness and promotes urination, red ginseng greatly boosts vitality. Based on supporting vital energy and mild draining, Scutellaria with Pinellia and ginger decoction clears heat, harmonizes, reverses counterflow, and stops vomiting.

This was her temporary treatment plan.

After preparing the medicine, she personally took it to the decoction room to brew.

After simmering on a low flame for a set time, she returned to her consulting room.

It was then she noticed the presence of Chase Chambers.

He was standing next to the mother of the sick child. Even dressed in a loose T-shirt, his strong and athletic figure was apparent, with a firm and upright demeanor, still holding a tissue in his hand.

It seemed.

He knew the mother of the sick child.

By now, her emotions were more stable; she had stopped crying, wiped away her tears, though her eyes remained intensely red.

Claire offered her a disposable cup of warm water.

Then she returned to her seat, updating the medical records while soothing her, "The medicine is brewing. It takes time, so please be patient."

"Dr. Prescott, will my child’s illness be cured after he drinks the medicine?"

"I can’t guarantee it. He’s too young. We’ll need to observe his condition after he drinks the medicine."

Upon hearing this, the child’s mother furrowed her brow tightly.

The hospital doctors were at their wits’ end with her child. As long as this young traditional medicine doctor didn’t say he couldn’t treat him, there remained a glimmer of hope.

After finishing her work, Claire took them to a nearby reception room, laid isolation paper on a bed, and advised her, "Let him lie on the bed for a bit. It’ll be less tiring than holding him."

"I’ll hold him."

Seeing her reluctance to let go, Claire didn’t insist and gave them one last look before leaving.

Chase followed outside and silently guarded the reception room doorway.

That child belonged to his superior. It was during a visit to the hospital when he mentioned Claire to his sister-in-law.

Upon hearing this, she hurriedly brought the child here.

Most likely, the pneumonia was contracted when she brought the child to the military base to visit the father. Despite the brief stay, the harsh environment and heavy dust, combined with the child’s young age and being born from an older mother, weakened his immune system, leading to a high fever and hospitalization upon returning to the capital.

But now.

The burden of treatment rested heavily on Claire.

Although it had been days since he last saw her, the sight of the ring on her finger still unsettled him.

Her consulting room was right next door, where several patients were waiting.

One after another, he called them in.

Assistant Lowe watched her at the consulting room door for a long time.

Earlier, the situation had scared him cold, the infant was so tiny, seemingly unconscious, and the mother was full of tears, truly pitiable. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But.

Miss Prescott remained calm throughout. Even while preparing medicine, she was able to attend to other patients with gentleness and patience, undisturbed.

The chairman would surely be gratified to see this.

Ultimately, he didn’t disturb her work further and left, preparing to report the day’s events to the chairman.

Once the baby’s medication was prepared, Tiger stayed by to supervise, waiting until the baby had taken the medicine and half an hour later before calling Claire Prescott to check.

Claire suggested they take the child home first, advising her to give the rest of the medicine in the evening and bring the child back the next day.

Initially, the child’s mother was reluctant to leave, afraid something might happen at home.

"I’ve just felt his pulse, it’s there; everything will be fine. It’s more comfortable at home than outside."

Upon hearing this.

The child’s mother felt reassured and left Sinclair Apothecary with Chase accompanying her.

She could handle such a scene; it wasn’t her first experience. She had seen emotional breakdowns before while accompanying her grandfather.

But.

Every time after treating such patients, she felt utterly exhausted.

So after work in the afternoon, Claire Prescott went back to her room to lie down, having no intention of attending any parties, her grandmother later bringing supper upstairs to wake her.

Claire ate a few bites hastily, didn’t even take a bath, and fell asleep.

The next day.

Before dawn, the whole alley was shrouded in a layer of misty gray.

Upon waking, she saw a message from Keane Lowell.

[Didn’t say goodnight to me, not even a call]

She checked the time, it was sent at one o’clock in the morning.

Claire Prescott smiled at the gray avatar and replied, [Good morning, President Lowell]

Then she turned on the light, and as she was finding clothes to take a shower, Keane’s call came through.

Answering as she gathered her clothes, she entered the bathroom, her voice soft, addressing him as President Lowell, "Why are you up so early?"

She could faintly hear his sleepy, deep voice, "Headache, need you to massage it."

Claire checked the time and told him, "Are you at home now?"

"Yes."

"Then I’ll take a bath first and come over to find you."

After hanging up, Claire quickened her pace.

It was now four thirty, not even five yet, time was plenty, but she sped up her grooming, grabbed her phone, and left through the side door.

Who would have expected, the driver was already waiting at the door, Claire asked no questions and got directly into the car.

Back at Azure Court, she went upstairs and rushed into Keane Lowell’s bedroom, then pounced on the man lying in bed.

With all her weight on him, she held him, including the quilt, tightly.