I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 87

Bonnie's heart skipped a beat.

Her biggest fear was being accused of practicing without a license. If this man was some sort of medical inspector and reported her for treating someone earlier, she'd lose even her logistics job.

"Sir, please don't go spreading rumors," Bonnie whispered defensively. "I'm just working logistics today. I haven't treated anyone. But I am studying for my boards, so I will be a licensed doctor soon."

Seeing her tense up like a startled squirrel, a flash of amusement crossed Nathaniel's eyes.

"Can I add you on social media with this number?" the old man asked.

"Ah? Yes, sure."

"Good. The day you finally get that license, make sure to post about it." Nathaniel waved his phone. "I'll make sure to drop a like."

Bonnie chuckled at that. "Alright, but you have to remember, what happened earlier is our little secret."

Nathaniel couldn't help but laugh along with her.

...

Throughout the rest of the day, Bonnie ran errands all over the clinic area, taking mental notes of several seniors with peculiar symptoms.

There was an elderly woman who had to stop and rest every three steps, her face visibly pallid—a clear sign of severe cardiovascular blockage.

There was also an older gentleman whose tongue kept pulling to the right when he spoke, a blatant precursor to a stroke.

Bonnie's hands itched desperately to treat them right then and there.

But today, she was strictly logistics. She couldn't recklessly practice medicine.

Plus, whether it was her imagination or not, she kept feeling a gaze practically burning a hole in her back from the shadows.

Every time she tried to approach those patients, someone would conveniently call her away to move boxes, fetch documents, or escort a resident back to their room.

It felt like someone was deliberately keeping her away from the patients.

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