The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1292

"I'm new here, and I haven't had the privilege of seeing Claire's techniques firsthand yet."

"I'm worried that if I don't perform up to her standard, it might negatively affect your recovery experience."

Daniel scrutinized Lionel. The man had usually trailed along with Lawler and the others into the ward.

He just hadn't expected him to be this kind of sycophant.

"Sure, no problem."

"Let Claire do the demonstration."

"But if you're too slow to learn it, don't you dare blame her for being a bad teacher."

Lionel's smile stiffened. *As if I would blame her?*

Why was this old man being so utterly sarcastic?

Daniel couldn't care less how ugly the doctor's expression had turned.

He was going to file for his discharge soon anyway.

From now on, he'd just visit for regular check-ups instead of staying cooped up in the ward.

A large part of his recovery was thanks to Claire, and Daniel was deeply grateful to her.

Not to mention, she was Pandora's granddaughter!

He would unconditionally take Claire's side no matter what!

"Thank you, Daniel. You're incredibly understanding."

Despite the heavy sarcasm, the old man had at least agreed.

Lionel let out a breath of relief.

Now, it was time to see exactly what kind of level Claire was operating on.

He even purposely suggested scheduling the session for tomorrow morning, acting as if he was worried she wouldn't be prepared.

Lionel patted himself on the back for giving her a grace period.

But Claire shot it down.

"It's fine, I can start right now."

"I might not have time tomorrow, so let's just get it over with."

Claire immediately agreed to perform the treatment on Daniel.

Lionel was slightly baffled.

Was she really that confident?

Had he seriously misjudged the situation?

Lionel completely drew a blank at the name.

"And where exactly does Dr. Hale practice?"

Even though he didn't recognize the name, Lionel couldn't stop himself from prying.

He had already made up his mind to call his mentor later to see if he knew who this Hale was.

"I'm not entirely sure. Currently pushing up daisies in the afterlife, I suppose?" Claire's expression matched the dry, deadpan tone of her voice.

Lionel was stunned. *The afterlife? What kind of clinic was that?*

Wait, did she just say the afterlife?

"Your mentor passed away?" Lionel asked, startled.

"Unfortunately, yes," Claire sighed softly.

"So if you're hoping to consult with him, you're out of luck."

"At least, not right now."

Lionel felt a lump form in his throat. Her implication was crystal clear—he'd only get to consult with her mentor once he was dead.

That absolutely wouldn't be necessary!

He suddenly had zero desire to exchange medical notes with her deceased mentor.