Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 97: The Quarreling Couple Makes Their Entrance

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: The Quarreling Couple Makes Their Entrance

The man called Charles Jenson laughed generously, "No worries, I didn’t get hurt. But are you okay? I saw you almost fell just now. If this young lady hadn’t caught you, the consequences might have been quite serious."

Summer Lowell shook her head a bit awkwardly, "I’m fine, just a false alarm. President Jennings seems to be in a hurry, you must have some urgent matters to attend to, so I won’t disturb you."

Saying that, she didn’t wait for a reply, grabbed Assistant Fletcher by the sleeve, and quickly walked out.

Assistant Fletcher, sensing something off, trotted behind Summer Lowell, and they didn’t slow down until they reached outside the hall.

By this time, Assistant Fletcher had realized who the man they just met was.

Charles Jenson, Vice President of the Sinclair Group.

Maxim Sinclair’s most famous right-hand man, rumored to be the only one in Sinclair Group who can change Maxim Sinclair’s mind.

Outside the hall, after being blown by the wind for a while, Summer Lowell shook her head and turned to Assistant Fletcher, "Get the driver to bring the car, we need to hurry back to the company, there’s an important meeting to hold!"

"Yes, Director Lowell, I already messaged the driver earlier, he’s nearby."

The two of them were busy looking for the car and didn’t notice that back at the stairway corner where they had just bumped into Charles Jenson, Charles hadn’t left yet.

Charles Jenson looked at that familiar figure, took out his phone, and dialed Maxim Sinclair, "President Sinclair, guess who I ran into at the hospital?"

"I don’t have time for guessing games. Hurry up and see the doctor. Once you’re done, get back immediately, there are still lots of meetings for you to chair," Maxim Sinclair heartlessly hung up the phone.

Charles Jenson shrugged nonchalantly, put his phone away, and following the address and registration information sent by his assistant, went up to the third floor.

As the saying goes, timing is more important than coming early. Just as he reached the clinic door, he heard his number being called at the guidance desk.

"No need to wait, no chance to slack off then."

Charles Jenson took his medical card and pushed the door, greeting the woman behind the desk, "Hello, doctor."

Vivian Sullivan, who was buried in writing, paused her pen, raised her left hand to adjust her mask, and glanced up slightly through her glasses at the medical card he slid over.

She took his medical card, scanned it on a nearby machine, and upon seeing the information on the screen, her eyes behind the glasses narrowed tightly.

Charles Jenson, patiently sitting beside, saw her swipe the card and immediately started describing his condition, "Hello doctor, let me tell you about my situation. Due to work, my shoulder has been overworked daily, and over time it developed into an occupational disease. It’s been hurting every few days for the past two years."

Vivian Sullivan’s eyes stayed glued to the screen information, remaining silent.

After saying a few sentences, seeing the doctor not turning to communicate with him, Charles couldn’t help but stop and tentatively ask, "Doctor, are you listening to me?"

Vivian nodded and then gave an "mm" sound.

Charles, always keen, vaguely felt that this silent doctor’s voice was somewhat familiar, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

There are many people who look alike in the world, let alone sound alike.

Having successfully convinced himself, Charles Jenson continued, "I had sought treatment abroad before, which worked well at the time, but later due to being busy with work after returning, I didn’t completely cure it."

Vivian Sullivan rotated her pen, turned her head, resting her gaze on the table near Charles’s hand, and nodded slowly, responding to his words.

Seeing she was listening, Charles carried on, "It was probably last winter when—I had to work, occasionally social gatherings meant wearing thin clothes, seemed like my shoulder got a cold, I didn’t pay it much heed then, now recently my shoulder’s been hurting badly, affecting my work."

Afterward, Charles seriously looked at Vivian, "Doctor, what do you think I should do about this condition?"

Vivian hadn’t had time to speak before Charles added again, "The doctor I met abroad was quite skilled in massage and acupuncture, do you perform massage or acupuncture?"

"Yes," Vivian stood up, gesturing for him to turn around.

Charles vaguely felt something was off, but his shoulder was hurting too much to discern what was wrong.

He obediently turned following Vivian’s gesture and removed his coat. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

With him facing away, Charles didn’t notice Vivian’s almost twisted expression.

Oblivious, Charles even had the leisure to chat with Vivian, "I specifically asked around, I heard this hospital was founded by the same person as Mercy Hospital in Leonia, though one’s in-country and one’s abroad, they exchange and learn annually."

Behind him, Vivian slowly put on gloves, undid his back clothes, exposing his well-toned shoulder.

Charles kept rambling, "So doctor, have you been to Leonia too? Have you learned the massage and acupuncture techniques there?"

Vivian gripped a silver needle, slowly moving its cold shine towards his neck.

When the needle was mere millimeters from his skin, Vivian glared at Charles’s back head, then drew back, placing the needle on the table.

Next, she rolled up her sleeves and fiercely kneaded Charles’s neck.

Vivian’s grip was powerful and the sudden move caught Charles off guard, leading him to let out a sudden yelp.

Hearing this scream, abruptly cut short, Vivian smirked.

You scumbag, still have the nerve to show up here!

If I let you off easy, I wouldn’t be named Sullivan.

Charles Jenson, adored by everyone since youth, always cherished his image.

The scream just now was too unlike his usual majestic image, he felt annoyed and hastened to explain, "Sorry about that, I was thinking about work, forgot I was at a hospital getting treated, startled you, did I?"

Vivian opened her mouth then closed it again.

This scumbag’s hearing is so sharp, he can detect any single word, better if I just don’t speak.

Waiting a long time with no response, Charles slowly furrowed his brow, "I say, doctor, why are you ignoring the patient? This really hinders doctor-patient communication!"

No need for normal communication with a scumbag like you.