And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 126

Gwendolyn soothed, “Don’t worry, just extend your right hand.”

In Western medicine, there wasn’t much about reading pulses like in Eastern traditions, but the notion of right and left could sometimes hint at various conditions. From the

patient’s description, it seemed like a digestive issue.

“Gastritis, nothing serious,” Gwendolyn said, looking at Aiken. “Take a look for me, will you? See if I’m right.”

Aiken nodded and briefly checked the patient’s vitals.

“Indeed, it’s gastritis. I’ll write you a prescription, take it for three months, and watch your diet. Adding some acupuncture to the treatment might speed up your recovery.”

“We’ll take the acupuncture!” The patient Bill Jones exclaimed, nervously clutching the small camera pinned to his shirt.

“Alright then, Gwendolyn, could you set it up?” Aiken whispered.

“Of course.”

As Aiken observed, Gwendolyn got everything ready, double–checked the prescription with him for a signature, and then started Bill’s acupuncture session.

Suddenly, the clinic’s phone rang. It was the nurse’s station on the line.

Aiken set the prescription aside and picked up the phone, “Hello?”

been in a car accident! Your cell’s off, they

the emergency room? I’m on my

clinic.

with Bill’s acupuncture, she told him to wait, “I’ll go get Dr. Yates to

things, grabbed the unsigned prescription from the desk, and made a

to finding Aiken, Gwendolyn bumped into him returning. “Dr. Yates, how’s your

a prank

to hear there’s

back to the clinic, Bill

searching fruitlessly for the prescription,

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been signed yet.

signature. It shouldn’t

were usually cooperative, and a mild condition like gastritis

yet couldn’t shake

the end of

station handed

official next month, and you’ll start night shifts. Make sure you fill this out

putting down your hubby, huh?”

shielded the form, “My family isn’t in Bayridge City. He’s all

flaunting your love life, I see. Don’t forget to set up your phone for night shifts, and be safe going home,” Sandra reminded her. “But look, your man’s here to pick