She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 317

"To see a doctor."

Lyra paused, genuinely surprised. Her voice involuntarily pitched higher. "Do you have a terminal illness?"

Rowan ignored her obvious delight. His fingertips gently stroked her long hair, his eyes deep and intense. "We're going to get you checked out."

Lyra frowned, feeling a twinge of disappointment. "I'm perfectly fine. Why would I need to see a doctor?"

"When you came to my house the other day, you were so pale I thought I'd seen a ghost." Rowan slowly leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin, his tone sensual and teasing. "If your body is weak and lacking vitality, I can easily fill you up with mine."

The implication was far too explicit. Unable to bear it any longer, Lyra whipped around and slapped him across the face.

"Better a ghost than a pervert like you!"

Wesley watched the entire exchange through the rearview mirror. His heart gave a violent lurch, and he tapped the brakes, not daring to breathe.

Rowan grabbed Lyra's small hand and said coldly to Wesley, "Have you ever seen someone swat a mosquito? If not, you can get out of the car."

"My apologies, sir," Wesley quickly replied. He wouldn't dare actually get out. They had already driven out of the city, so all he could do was bite the bullet and keep driving.

He just prayed that Lyra would stop fighting back.

After over an hour, the car finally stopped in front of a medical clinic.

Dr. Alistair Cole, the physician practicing here, was extremely renowned among the elite circles. His medical skills were profound, and he possessed a proud, reserved temperament. The city's top families and wealthy socialites all swore by him whenever they needed health adjustments.

Dr. Alistair Cole quietly took Lyra's pulse. Looking up at Rowan, he smiled slowly. "Your girlfriend's fundamental constitution is fine. She's just suffering from emotional stagnation and overthinking. She has a bit of anxiety and internal strain, caused by worrying too much in her daily life."

Before Lyra could speak, Rowan interjected, "She hates bitter things. She won't drink herbal medicine."

The doctor nodded at his words. "That's fine. She doesn't have to drink medicinal brews. She can improve her health through daily dietary adjustments. Have her consume some mild, nourishing ingredients. A slow recovery process will calm her nerves, boost her vitality, and stabilize her mood significantly."

After leaving the clinic, they had to walk down a small alley. Rowan held her hand as they strolled across the cobblestone path.

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