Chapter 197
Chapter 197
The clinic was always bustling, and Leanne had been seated most of the morning, barely finding a
moment to quench her thirst.
After thest patient left, Leanne stood up, stretching her aching back and washing her hands, hoping
for a brief respite.
She took a sip of water, finding it tasteless, and yearned for a cup of coffee to jolt her
senses awake.
The intern called out the next name in a young girl’s sweet voice, “Curtis!”
Leanne, who was mid-sip, nearly choked.
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Before she could gather her thoughts, a man in a sleek suit with broad shoulders and long strides
walked in as if he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine.
The intern was momentarily stunned, rechecking the name, “Curtis, right?”
In a light grey suit with a meticulously done blue diagonal-striped tie, Curtis’ pocket square peeked from
his chest pocket,plementing his crisp white shirt, exuding the elegance. of a British gentleman.
A slight smile yed at the corners of his mouth, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Do I not look the
part?”
The young girl quickly denied any confusion, her cheeks reddening.
Leanne set her ss down, frowning slightly. “What are you doing here?”
Curtis sat opposite her, crossing his legs and holding a cup of coffee. The once mundane chair seemed
to transform under his presence
“I’m at the hospital to see the doctor, of course” he said calmly.
Leanne eyed him suspiciously as if he were a corporate spy sent by a rival hospital, he gaze
questioning his every move.
“I knew you’d give me the stink eye,” Curtis chuckled, leaning in to give the coffee to her.
It was a double-shot mocha with milk, Leanne’s favorite. The cup was still warm.
After setting it down, he intentionally rotated it so thebel faced her.
She nced at it. If she weren’t in the hospital, she might have thrown the coffee in Curtis’ face.
But being in the hospital, she had a good reason to refuse.
“Take it back. We have a policy against epting gifts from patients.”
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“Dr. Castillo, didn’t you order this yourself?” Curtis feigned a stern tone., “I just ran into the delivery
person and brought it in for you.”
The innocent intern, who bought his story, regretted, “Dr. Castillo, I would have joined you for coffee if I
knew!”
Her eyes drifted toward the coffee. It was toote before Leanne could turn thebel
away.
The intern read it out loud. “Mso
had such a sense of humor.”
eyes. Heh, that’s fun. Dr. Castillo, I didn’t know you.
Leanne had no choice but to own it. Otherwise, how could she exin a patient ordering her coffee
with such a nickname?
“You were in the restroom just now.”
Struggling to maintain her professionalism, she addressed Curtis as any other patient, “What’s the
problem?”
“My vision has been a bit offtely,” Curtis confessed, “Sometimes, I can’t see things.”
Given his eagle-eyed reputation, Leanne doubted his im, but his serious demeanor convinced her to
consider it. Perhaps he genuinely had an issue and wasn’t just there to hassle her.
“When do you have trouble seeing?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
“Usually at night,” Curtis replied.
Night blindness? She hadn’t noticed that before. Could it be the reason for the ambient. lighting at his
ce?
She pressed further. “Is it a recent development, or has this been a lifelong issue?”
“Recent.”
Night blindness could be hereditary or caused by factors such as vitamin A deficienc retinal problems.
Hereditary cases were incurable, but acquired conditions were curab
Curtis’ situation seemed to be thetter.
Leanne rose from her chair. “Come, let me have a look.”
Curtis half-expected an eye-to-eye examination like in TV dramas, which could lead to an intimate
atmosphere. He was eager for any closeness, given that she was keeping her distance.
Instead, Leanne headed straight for the slitmp microscope in her office, sitting down. and preparing
the device.
Curtis couldn’t hide his disappointment. “Aren’t you going to check it yourself?”
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