“I have been waiting for you, Dr. Watson.”
Riley walked to the office while trembling. Hendrix was giggling while looking at her. He was sitting on his chair with his legs crossed.
Riley wondered why there would be any patients as she was not in charge of the outpatient service that day. But she knew everything instantly when she saw Hendrix.
Riley pressed her hand hard onto the desk as support to relieve the pressure on her legs. She examined Hendrix with her eyes and asked, “What is the matter?”
Hendrix showed a bitter face while twitching his lips and said, "I feel sick throughout my whole body. When I woke up this morning, my whole body was sore. Dr. Watson, am I going to die?”
Riley made a faint smile with her scarlet red lips, "What if I say you are? Are you going to give up your treatment?”
"Of course not. I am not giving up my treatment, I rather live a mess than die peacefully. Come over here Dr. Watson, I am counting my life on you.”
When Hendrix was about to grab Riley’s arm, she said with a deep chilly voice, “Why are you even here? This is the hospital, not a playground for you."
Hendrix replied earnestly, “So, am I not allowed to get sick?"
Riley caught a glimpse of the other doctors in the office, they pretended that they were focusing on their cases. But actually, they were eavesdropping, “Stop fooling around, we will speak after I finish my work.”
There was a radiance of youth essence originating from Hendrix’s young and attractive face. The energy seemed to arise from the root of life, “Riley, I am really not feeling well. Listen to my heartbeat if you do not believe me, it is pounding really fast.”
Right after that, he grabbed Riley’s hand and put it on his chest. Riley immediately shook off his hand and yelled fiercely, “Hendrix, you better keep your hands off me and be respectful!”
He had already shown his capability for the first time in George residence. He even came all the way to the hospital today just for that? What a rich playboy, seemed like he had nothing better to do.
Hendrix shrugged his shoulder just like an American, “Riley, tell me the truth. If I am not sick, why is my heart beating so fast?”
Riley scooted a glance at him, then walked to her cubicle while enduring the pain in her knees. She then grabbed the white coat hanging on the hanger and put it on.
Hendrix looked at Riley when she was wearing her white coat. He was fascinated and could not move his eyes away. The spotless white coat that she put on covered the curvature on her slim body. But, it gave the impression that she was experienced, intelligent, well-organized, and calm. There was an unexplainable appeal.
Just as she buckled until the second button, Hendrix lowered his head again and said, “Oh no Riley, my heart is beating even faster.”
Riley gritted her teeth, “Hendrix, if you dare to say something foolish once more, I will find someone to kick you out of here!”
Riley screamed at Hendrix so loud that the whole office could hear the conversation clearly. Everyone adjusted the way they sat sneakily to continue eavesdropping at a different position.
Hendrix shrugged his shoulders again and suddenly sat up straight. He did not deepen his voice purposely this time and said, “Riley, how could you not save me? My heart really hurts, ouch! It hurts!”
Even though Riley was mad, she still rotated her body for a hundred and eighty degrees with both her legs as the center. What was this punk trying to do?
Serena Rose looked up and giggled, “Dr. Watson, just help to examine the patient. Although this is not the clinic, you can still check for his heartbeat.”
Margot Lawson chimed in, “Yes Dr. Watson, that handsome guy has been waiting for you all day. If he is fine, he will not be waiting in the hospital for that long.”
There were four people in the office. Other than Teddy Pearson, the only male doctor, the two females were obsessed with the spark and were inciting the whole situation.
Riley found it impossible to reject but she had no choice. She then coolly said, “Sit down.”
“Ok! I appreciate your hard work, Dr. Watson.”
Riley took out a stethoscope and pressed it on Hendrix’s chest, “Sit still and do not move.”
“Ok, just start anytime, Dr. Watson. Just do whatever you want, I will not resist.”
“...”
Other people in the office were laughing so hard that they nearly did a spit take. Was this patient a comedian?
Hendrix’s eyes followed the movement of Riley’s fingers on his chest. He seemed to enjoy the abrasion of the ice-cold metal of the stethoscope on his chest. There was a lingering scent of perfume on Riley under the smell of disinfectant. It was not any luxury brand but the fragrance was really unique, it was similar to Gardenia flower.
After changing positions and eavesdropping a few times, she took off the stethoscope. She made a conclusion, “Punk, there is nothing wrong with your heart.”
Hendrix did not give up, “Dr. Watson, can you examine the other parts of my body? There must be something wrong with me somewhere. Otherwise, why would I keep feeling anxious and shortness of breath? Besides, I am also having a bad appetite and blurry visions.”
Riley switched on her computer and ignored Hendrix’s nonsense, “Visit an ophthalmologist if you have a problem with your vision, I cannot help you with that.”
“My eyes are fine, Dr. Watson. Just check my internals first.”
They were against each other.
Fine.
Riley opened up a case and switched her tone official and clear. Then she asked, “Name, gender, age, any serious medical conditions, any medical history from your family?”
Hendrix was silent.
Riley grabbed the torchlight on the table corner, “Show me your tongue.”
Hendrix was silent.
“White tongue coating, there must be a gastrointestinal problem…”
Hendrix immediately replied, “That is what I have just said!”
Riley rolled her eyes at Hendrix, “I will fill in a medical bill for you, make an endoscopy at the sixth floor later.”
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