The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 705

"Dr. Sloan, what is going on with your hospital..."

Barging in just like that without even knocking on the door.

This was his appointment time right now.

Zeus also hadn't expected Clive to barge directly into his consultation room without any warning.

When Clive barged in, he was looking down, writing the patient's medical records.

The consultation room door was pushed open forcefully, hitting the wall with a dull thud.

The tip of his pen paused, his brow furrowing imperceptibly as he looked up toward the door.

Only to see Clive standing pale-faced at the door of his consultation room, cold sweat beading on his forehead, breathing rapidly as if he had just run a marathon.

Before Zeus even had a chance to speak, he heard the patient's complaint.

Good thing he knew that the surgery department Clive was in sometimes required taking off clothes to inspect external injuries. It was a good thing the patient inside was a man, given Clive's reckless intrusion.

If it had been a woman, invading her privacy, Zeus would definitely end up with a complaint today.

A flash of displeasure crossed Zeus's eyes.

In his heart, he was extremely angry at Clive's reckless behavior.

Why hadn't Clive let him know before coming? He was still so undisciplined!

But anger aside, Zeus couldn't be bothered to argue with Clive.

After all, he knew his younger brother had always done whatever he wanted; talking to him was a waste of breath.

Zeus gave the patient an apologetic look, raising his hand to gesture for the patient to wait a moment.

"I'm sorry, this is my brother. There must have been some accident at home, some emergency for him to barge in so recklessly."

"Rest assured, I'll have him step out right now."

Immediately after, his gaze swept coldly toward Clive.

"You, step out first."

"Can't you see I still have a patient here?"

"I am truly sorry for interrupting your consultation time."

"My brother has always been spoiled by the family and knows nothing about manners."

"I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Please don't hold it against him."

Zeus's attitude was decent enough, and the patient wasn't the type to be unforgiving, reluctantly nodding, though his expression remained sour.

You have to know that lining up for an appointment at the hospital wasn't easy to begin with. Finally getting an appointment and coming in for a consultation, only to be suddenly interrupted—anyone would be uncomfortable.

Having already delayed the person's time, and fearing the patient might get annoyed and file a complaint against him,

Zeus quickly wrote out a prescription on the medical record as fast as he could based on the person's condition, handing it to the patient.

"Your condition isn't too serious."

"These are the medications I'm prescribing for you."

"Later, you can go pay at the outpatient department and then go to the pharmacy to pick up your medicine."