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 moment 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 me 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 someone 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 someone 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 moment.

Suddenly, someone knocked and came in.

It was a young female doctor in a white lab coat. She seemed 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 me and see what’s wrong."

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

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

Claire hesitated for a moment.

She placed her fingers on the pulse and asked, "Can’t your hospital’s traditional medicine department 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 me?"

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

Claire quickly comprehended the situation.

This is the gastroenterology department.

The last time she treated Uncle Lancaster was in this department.

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

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

"Open your mouth, let me 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, informed her, "You’re suffering from liver and gall-bladder heat and liver-kidney yin deficiency causing insomnia. The treatment should focus on regulating the liver and kidneys. I’ll also prescribe some sedative medicine 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 method to aid sleep: inhale using your abdomen for four seconds, hold your breath for seven seconds, and exhale for eight seconds; cycle through this five to six times."

Her voice was gentle and patient, her light blue-green dress amplifying her elegant and serene temperament. 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 medicine practitioner in front of her seemed young, yet her medical skills were extraordinarily genuine, even diagnosing her years-long insomnia so effortlessly, "Thank you, Dr. Prescott."

"You’re welcome. Even doctors must take care of themselves. If feeling unwell, it’s important to seek timely treatment; 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 medication.

At that moment.

Three doctors knocked and came in simultaneously.

This time, they weren’t here for her medical 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; medications 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 member, 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 moment, 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 met, causing Claire to pause in surprise, her eyes shimmering 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 seemed to contain past waves upon meeting 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 time no see."

As soon as he spoke.

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

The atmosphere grew subtly delicate.

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

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