Chapter 20 Farewell
The office was filled with stifled laughter, each individual barely containing their amusement. They all shared the same thought - the patient before them seemed to be putting on a show for their entertainment.
Quinn's eyes were drawn to Brooklyn's nimble fingers as they traced a path across his body. He relished the cool touch of the stethoscope as it brushed against his skin. Beneath the sterile scent of disinfectant that clung to Brooklyn, a subtle, natural fragrance lingered. It wasn't the product of an expensive perfume, but a unique scent that reminded him of gardenia flowers.
Brooklyn shifted her position several times, listening attentively with the stethoscope. After a few moments, she removed the instrument and declared, "There's nothing wrong with your heart."
Unwilling to accept her diagnosis, Quinn persisted, "Dr. Mitchell, could you examine other areas? There must be something wrong with me. Why else would I feel so anxious lately? My appetite is poor, and my vision isn't what it used to be."
Brooklyn turned to her computer, dismissing Quinn's concerns. "If your vision is impaired, you should consult an ophthalmologist. I'm not an eye doctor."
"My eyes are fine. Dr. Mitchell, could you at least examine my internal organs?" Quinn was not ready to back down.
Brooklyn sighed inwardly, 'Fine.' She opened his medical record and began to ask a series of questions, "What's your name, gender, and age? Do you have any significant illnesses or family medical history?"
Quinn responded to each question in turn.
Brooklyn reached for a flashlight on her desk. "Stick out your tongue."
Quinn complied, opening his mouth and extending his tongue.
"Your tongue is somewhat pale, indicating your digestive system may not be functioning optimally..."
"I've told you before!" Quinn interjected hastily.
Brooklyn rolled her eyes. "I'll write you a referral. You'll need to have an upper gastrointestinal endoscopy on the seventh floor."
"What? An endoscopy? Is my condition that serious?" Quinn questioned, his thoughts racing, 'Is my sister-in-law serious?'
Brooklyn's pen moved swiftly across the paper. Her handwriting was casual, bordering on illegible. "Without an endoscopy, how can we identify the cause? And without knowing the cause, how can we prescribe the appropriate treatment? Whether it's gastritis, peptic ulcer, or esophagitis, an endoscopy will provide the answers."
Quinn watched her in silence, captivated by her red, alluring lips. Despite having encountered numerous beautiful women, he found himself unable to look away.
She continued to rattle off medical jargon as she completed the referral form. "The payment desk is in the main lobby on the first floor. Do you have a health insurance card? If not, it's not a problem. As long as you have money, you're good to go."
Quinn was taken aback, the referral form in his hand serving as a stark reminder that this was no joke. Brooklyn's signature was scrawled in the bottom left corner of the medical record, a graceful yet strong testament to her character. It was not the delicate, soft handwriting one might expect from a fragile woman, but rather, it was strikingly beautiful.
"Thank you, Dr. Mitchell!" Quinn rose from his chair, expressing his gratitude with a respectful nod.
"Aren't you leaving yet?" Brooklyn asked, her tone icy and stern.
"Alright, I'll go right away." Quinn responded with a smile, cherishing the referral form that seemed to mock him. 'I really do admire my sister-in-law's personality,' he thought.
Brooklyn noticed Quinn stealing glances at her as he exited the office, a fact that irked her.
Sienna scooted her chair closer, her voice filled with disbelief, "You're sending him for an endoscopy just like that? Without any blood tests or appointments? Who's going to conduct the examination?"
Brooklyn retrieved another medical record, clicking her ballpoint pen in response. "Didn't you notice he's just here to fool around? If he wants to play games, I'll play along. That should send him on his way."
"You rattled off a bunch of medical terms. Aren't you worried you might scare off this handsome guy? What if he actually gets scared, what will you do?"
Having meticulously perused the medical record, signed it, and returned the pen to the pocket of her pristine white coat, Brooklyn was primed to attend to her patient and redress their wounds. "The majority of people suffer from stomach issues, yet his stomach is perfectly healthy and will function normally for at least another three decades," she declared. "His ailment is neither related to his spleen nor his heart, but here." With this, Brooklyn pointed to her head. "He should consult a neurologist."
Sienna gulped nervously. "Dr. Mitchell, are you certain your brain is functioning normally? As a woman, you exhibit no excitement at the sight of an attractive man. That's not normal!"
A rare smile graced Brooklyn's face. "My primary criterion for assessing a man's attractiveness isn't hormonal, but rather, dopamine-based."
Sienna was in awe. "Oh my God! I truly admire you! Farewell, Dr. Mitchell."
As Brooklyn rose from her seat, a deep frown creased her forehead. Her knee was still throbbing with pain. 'My injury won't heal in just ten days or two weeks,' she thought.
"Dr. Adams, it seems our esteemed internal medicine doctor, Dr. Mitchell, isn't taken by this handsome man. Didn't you notice? Dr. Mitchell was intentionally toying with him just now," Felix commented.
Sienna pursed her lips and retorted, "But I sense that this handsome man is also teasing Dr. Mitchell."
Felix pulled a chair closer to her. "Women always view things from a biased perspective!"
"What do you mean, Dr. Reed?"
"It's clear that they are both teasing each other. And, have you given thought to the patient's attire?"
Sienna gasped. "Oh my God! His shoes are the latest seasonal model, priced at a minimum of twenty thousand dollars! He hails from a wealthy family!"
Rubbing her chin thoughtfully, Sienna mused, "So, is Dr. Mitchell on the verge of experiencing love?"
With medical records in hand, Felix exited the office, his demeanor slightly uneasy.
Brooklyn purposefully visited the patient in Bed 22. His recovery was progressing well, and Brooklyn specifically cautioned him against experiencing excessive emotional fluctuations. She also instructed the nurse to refrain from airing sports matches on the ward's television, particularly football games.
The spacious ward housed eight patients, half of whom were under Brooklyn's care. She treated her patients with a serious demeanor, her approach tinged with a hint of coldness and severity. Yet, her genuine concern for them was palpable. Her patients both feared and respected her.
After examining the patient, Brooklyn could no longer bear the pain. She retreated to the emergency room, unwrapped the bandage, and winced, her brow furrowed and teeth gritted.
Her wound was healing poorly, with only a scant amount of serous fluid accumulating in the bloody wound, far from sufficient to facilitate healing.
Brooklyn disinfected and medicated her wound, not uttering a single sound of discomfort.
The emergency room, with its high personnel turnover and daily emergencies, was a bustling hub. After bandaging her wound, Brooklyn intended to leave. However, before she could rise, she overheard a conversation from the coffee shop.
"If I tell you, you won't believe it. But today, I saw Megan with a man! That man was wearing sunglasses. But just based on his height and physique, I knew he must be handsome!" one person said.
"This is old news. Megan visited our hospital a few days ago to see a patient. Do you know who that patient was? Sebastian Kingsley, the CEO of MBK Group! He is the wealthiest and most eligible bachelor!" another person replied.
"So the man with Megan today is probably Sebastian, right?!" Brooklyn thought, 'So, Sebastian really did go to pick up Megan after he left? Haha!'
"Oh my god! Megan is definitely in a relationship this time, right? Wow, my idol is finally dating!" a third person exclaimed.
Brooklyn thought, 'Idol? Can't believe there are people who idolize a bad person like Megan!'
She rolled her eyes and thought, 'Indeed, this is a world that values appearances. As long as someone looks good, everything she does can be forgiven. Does Sebastian think the same way?'
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