Chapter 494 Am I Terminally Ill?
After reading the message, Frederick deleted it without responding and then shoved his phone back into his pocket.
The show had started, and there was no room for mistakes now.
At General Hospital, after finishing rounds with her colleagues, Amelia returned to her office, only to find Scott sitting at her desk, rifling through patient files. Her brows knitted together as she stepped into the room.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
Scott, caught off guard by her tone, paused and then put the files back. He looked up with a smile. "I'm here to ask you to issue a new test order," he said casually.
Amelia's eyes turned icy. "Didn't I give you one last time?"
Scott grinned. "Last time, the wait was too long, so I went home early," he explained, pulling out his driver's license and placing it on the desk instinctively.
Amelia didn't waste time with small talk. She walked over, sat at her desk, pulled up Scott's information, and started writing the new test order with cool efficiency.
Scott raised an eyebrow as he watched her work. "What's wrong? Who pissed you off?" he asked softly.
Amelia ignored his question, focusing on her task. Scott pushed his license forward again.
"No need," Amelia said coldly.
Scott chuckled, putting his driver's license away. "Have you memorized all my information?"
Amelia glanced at Scott and said calmly, "Given that you've been frequenting the hospital lately, I've created a separate file for you."
Scott raised an eyebrow at her words. "Is that considered special treatment?"
Amelia gave him a tight smile. "Yes. Given Mr. Sinclair's frequent visits to nightclubs, regular check-ups are advised. And with your high-risk lifestyle, everyone needs to be cautious to avoid catching something."
Scott's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered. "I may frequent nightclubs, but I'm cleaner than most. I never sleep around."
Amelia didn't respond. After writing the test order, she said indifferently, "Mr. Sinclair, you can go for the test now. It's still early, and there aren't many patients."
With that, Amelia started handling other tasks, not looking at Scott again.
Scott stood up and was about to leave when Amelia glanced at the bouquet on the windowsill. "Don't forget to take your things," she said, her voice indifferent.
Scott glanced at the bouquet he had bought specifically for Amelia. He remembered that Amelia used to love this type of rose. He said softly, "I bought this especially for you. It's the season for these roses to bloom. Didn't you say you loved their fragrance?"
Amelia glanced away from the bouquet and said flatly, "Mr. Sinclair, you might be mistaken. I don't really like them."
Scott frowned, staring at her. "Is it that you don't like the flowers anymore, or you don't like the person giving them?"
Amelia didn't look up, continuing her work, and replied indifferently, "You know the answer, so why ask?"
Scott frowned at her indifferent expression. He took a deep breath, feeling helpless, and walked out of her office, leaving the flowers behind.
This time, Scott obediently went to the examination room for a full-body check-up. After getting the report, he went back upstairs to Amelia's office. Passing by the nurse's station, Scott smelled a familiar fragrance.
He stopped and looked at the nurse's station, seeing the bouquet he had left in Amelia's office now placed there.
He took a deep breath, looked at the nurse on duty, and asked, "Where did this come from?"
The nurse replied casually, "Dr. Davis gave it."
Scott felt a surge of anger and grabbed the bouquet. The nurse looked puzzled. "What are you doing?"
Scott glared at her and snapped, "I bought it."
With that, he threw them into the trash, silencing the nurse.
After throwing away the flowers, Scott went straight to Amelia's office. The nurse looked at Scott's back and whispered to her colleague, "He probably tried to pursue Dr. Davis and got rejected; now he's angry!"
Her colleague looked worried and whispered, "Do you think Dr. Davis will be okay?"
The nurse looked anxious. "I hope so. Some people turn hateful out of love."
Back in her office, Amelia was reviewing another patient's file when Scott burst in. His face was grim, and he held his test report. Her eyes met his, and she sensed the tension.
"Is there a problem with the test?" she asked, reaching for the report.
The blood test showed slight anemia but nothing unusual. The rest of the report was unremarkable. Scott took a deep breath and sat in the chair opposite Amelia, and the gloom on his face faded a bit, quietly watching her go through his report.
Noticing her silence, Scott inquired, "Am I terminally ill?"
"No," Amelia replied calmly, closing the file. "Aside from mild anemia, you're fine. There's no need for these frequent visits. You're wasting medical resources." She pushed the report back to him. "You can leave now."
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