Chapter 197

Chapter 197

The clinic was always bustling, and Leanne had been seated most of the morning, barely finding a moment to quench her thirst.

After the last patient left, Leanne stood up, stretching her aching back and washing her hands, hoping for a brief respite.

She took a sip of water, finding it tasteless, and yearned for a cup of coffee to jolt her

senses awake.

The intern called out the next name in a young girl’s sweet voice, “Curtis!”

Leanne, who was mid-sip, nearly choked.

Before she could gather her thoughts, a man in a sleek suit with broad shoulders and long strides walked in as if he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine.

The intern was momentarily stunned, rechecking the name, “Curtis, right?”

In a light grey suit with a meticulously done blue diagonal-striped tie, Curtis’ pocket square peeked from his chest pocket, complementing his crisp white shirt, exuding the elegance. of a British gentleman.

A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Do I not look the part?”

The young girl quickly denied any confusion, her cheeks reddening.

Leanne set her glass down, frowning slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Curtis sat opposite her, crossing his legs and holding a cup of coffee. The once mundane chair seemed to transform under his presence

“I’m at the hospital to see the doctor, of course” he said calmly.

Leanne eyed him suspiciously as if he were a corporate spy sent by a rival hospital, he gaze questioning his every move.

“I knew you’d give me the stink eye,” Curtis chuckled, leaning in to give the coffee to her.

It was a double-shot mocha with milk, Leanne’s favorite. The cup was still warm.

After setting it down, he intentionally rotated it so the label faced her.

She glanced at it. If she weren’t in the hospital, she might have thrown the coffee in Curtis’ face.

But being in the hospital, she had a good reason to refuse.

“Take it back. We have a policy against accepting gifts from patients.”

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“Dr. Castillo, didn’t you order this yourself?” Curtis feigned a stern tone., “I just ran into the delivery person and brought it in for you.”

The innocent intern, who bought his story, regretted, “Dr. Castillo, I would have joined you for coffee if I knew!”

Her eyes drifted toward the coffee. It was too late before Leanne could turn the label

away.

The intern read it out loud. “Mso

had such a sense of humor.”

eyes. Heh, that’s fun. Dr. Castillo, I didn’t know you.

Leanne had no choice but to own it. Otherwise, how could she explain a patient ordering her coffee with such a nickname?

“You were in the restroom just now.”

Struggling to maintain her professionalism, she addressed Curtis as any other patient, “What’s the problem?”

“My vision has been a bit off lately,” Curtis confessed, “Sometimes, I can’t see things.”

Given his eagle-eyed reputation, Leanne doubted his claim, but his serious demeanor convinced her to consider it. Perhaps he genuinely had an issue and wasn’t just there to hassle her.

“When do you have trouble seeing?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

“Usually at night,” Curtis replied.

Night blindness? She hadn’t noticed that before. Could it be the reason for the ambient. lighting at his place?

She pressed further. “Is it a recent development, or has this been a lifelong issue?”

“Recent.”

Night blindness could be hereditary or caused by factors such as vitamin A deficienc retinal problems. Hereditary cases were incurable, but acquired conditions were curab

Curtis’ situation seemed to be the latter.

Leanne rose from her chair. “Come, let me have a look.”

Curtis half-expected an eye-to-eye examination like in TV dramas, which could lead to an intimate atmosphere. He was eager for any closeness, given that she was keeping her distance.

Instead, Leanne headed straight for the slit lamp microscope in her office, sitting down. and preparing the device.

Curtis couldn’t hide his disappointment. “Aren’t you going to check it yourself?”

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