Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 162: You Should Know My Rules

"Coming over to give you a massage, wouldn’t it be unreasonable if I didn’t get some benefit?" Her voice was melodious and pleasant, carrying the fullness of morning energy. Her clear eyes, looking at the person pinned beneath her, danced with a light smile.

Keane Lowell smirked, "What kind of benefit do you want?"

"I haven’t thought about it yet." Claire Prescott kissed him, and immediately sensed something was off, "So you washed up and laid here waiting for me?"

The man didn’t reply to her comment.

Claire Prescott felt like she had fallen into a wolf’s den and was about to get off him.

Unexpectedly, his arm reached out from under the blanket, hooked around her waist, and easily flipped her beneath him.

She fell entirely onto the bed, her thick, black hair scattered like silk.

Before she could regain her senses, the man’s soft lips covered hers.

Kissing her deeply from shallow to intense.

Claire’s heart thumped rapidly; instinctively, she tightened her grip on his robe around his waist. Gradually, she closed her eyes, responding and immersing herself in the feeling of his tenderness.

As her clothing was being undone, Claire stopped his hand, naturally meeting his gaze.

The man’s deep eyes were so intense and fiery, it seemed as though they could melt her, pulling her in.

She whispered, "You should know my rules. Tricking me to come over incurs a twentyfold consultation fee."

"After seeing you, my headache’s gone."

...So wicked.

She helplessly said, "I need to go back to work soon, so we need to hurry."

Keane leaned down and kissed her flushed cheek, his voice low and enticing, "Alright, darling."

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After breakfast.

They returned to Sinclair Apothecary ten minutes early.

Claire insisted on keeping him there, bringing him back to her consultation room, and administered some acupuncture on his head.

"Just twenty minutes of acupuncture, it won’t take much of your time. With no headache, you’ll work much more easily," she assured.

Keane obediently sat on her chair, glancing around.

It had been a long time since he’d been in there, but her consultation room remained unchanged. The flowers he had sent a few days ago were neatly arranged in the vase.

"Has work been busy lately?"

"Sometimes busy, sometimes not." Claire held his hand and sat in front of him, "Yesterday, a critically ill baby came in, which was quite draining, so I went to bed early last night."

Keane gazed at her directly.

Her distinctive, pure face was too pure, like an unblemished white lotus, elegant and captivating. Every move and smile was pleasing to the eye.

"If you’re ever tired, tell me, I won’t trouble you."

Claire glanced away, a faint blush fleetingly crossing her face.

Actually, being with him was quite comfortable, not tiring at all. On the contrary, seeing him revitalized her spirit, as long as he wasn’t too reckless.

Just then.

A patient came in, and she quickly released Keane’s hand, calmly looking at the newcomer.

It was the mother from yesterday.

Today, beside her was not Chase Chambers, but a mature, steady-looking man in his forties. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The child was held securely in his strong arms. His gaze exuded the unique resoluteness of the military, which immediately revealed his identity.

Perhaps due to the interrupted intimacy, the air seemed to freeze.

Claire broke the awkwardness, "This is my boyfriend. He’s here for some acupuncture for his headache."

Both of them simultaneously looked at Keane, sitting there, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.

The next moment, Keane stood up from the chair, politely greeting, "Uncle Young, Auntie Young."

Wyatt Young confirmed once more, asking him, "Is this your girlfriend?"

"Yes," Keane redirected the conversation, "What’s wrong with the child?"

Mrs. Young came back to her senses from the relationship reveal, "Bronchial pneumonia. The hospital’s various antibiotics caused a disruption in his body’s flora. He had both vomiting and diarrhea, and when the hospital issued a critical illness notice, we found Dr. Prescott out of desperation."

She then looked at Dr. Prescott, saying, "Dr. Prescott, this is my child’s father. After drinking your medicine yesterday, the child no longer had loose stools, and his temperature has returned to normal, though his stomach is still swollen."

Her demeanor was clearly much better than the day before, but her eyes were swollen from crying, filled with gratitude as she spoke.

Slowly digesting the connection between the patient’s family and Keane, Claire moved towards the infant, gently uncovering the baby’s clothes for a look.

The baby, at that moment, was gazing intently at her with bright eyes.

As she was adjusting his clothes, the baby suddenly grabbed her finger and smiled up at her.

"He really likes you," Mrs. Young smiled.

"Little one is sick but still doesn’t fuss. He’s very strong and well-behaved."

"Yes, since birth, he hasn’t caused me much worry, and because he’s so good, I felt safe taking him to the military to see his father. I didn’t expect him to fall seriously ill."

Claire spoke gently, "Young children have weak immunity; it’s better not to take them on long trips when possible."

"Got it, lesson learned."

After examining his symptoms and fingerprints, Claire asked Keane to sit by the window area and returned to her chair to write a prescription.

"The little one is much more stable now. I’ll prescribe three doses of medicine, one per day, taken in three parts—morning, afternoon, and evening."

"Thank you, Dr. Prescott," Mrs. Young expressed her deepest gratitude.

Wyatt Young followed suit, "Thank you for taking care of my wife and child when I wasn’t around, giving my child a chance to live."

Claire used her usual response, "That’s my duty."

Mrs. Young said, "It was Chase who introduced us here. I heard you were schoolmates. I didn’t expect someone so young to have such superb medical skills. Truly impressive."

"Mothers are also impressive."

Mrs. Young was somewhat embarrassed by her compliment and quickly turned to her husband and child.

Claire then handed them the prescription.

Mrs. Young left a business card for her, "If you ever need anything from us, please don’t hesitate to reach out. As long as it’s nothing illegal, we’ll assist you as best as we can."

Upon hearing this, Claire glanced at the business card, her pupils trembling with sudden respect for the couple.

She stood up from her seat, suddenly feeling a bit at a loss.

After calming down a bit, she handed the prescription to Mrs. Young, "Go to the counter to get the medicine, then bring the little one back after finishing it."

Mrs. Young took the prescription and, as a spontaneous gesture, held Claire’s hand, her eyes filled with earnest gratitude, "Thank you so much."

Claire shook her head, "You’re welcome."

The couple simultaneously glanced in Keane’s direction in the corner. Mrs. Young spoke, "Bring Dr. Prescott to visit our home sometime; you’re both always welcome."

Keane stood up and responded, "Sure, take care."

Watching them leave, Claire slowly regained her composure, turning to Keane, asking, "Who are they to you?"

"Relatives of the Lowell Family."