When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 152

"Seeing a patient."

Another flat, indifferent answer.

Seeing a patient could mean two things—either as a doctor or as a patient. Given Serena’s so-called lack of learning and poor conduct, Patrick couldn’t imagine she was the former.

Just as he was trying to rebuild his shattered worldview with logic, Zayden appeared.

"She’s the acupuncturist you’ve been looking for."

Crack.

Patrick’s worldview collapsed completely into dust.

His face went pale, and he couldn’t say a single word.

Serena took off the white coat, straightened her school uniform, and finally noticed the gift still in his hands.

"Don’t think that just because we’re classmates, I’ll give you a discount." Her eyes fell on the gift. "And I won’t open any back doors for you."

With that, she slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and left.

Patrick stood frozen for half an hour before coming back to his senses.

Damn it!

Who asked you for a discount?

Who wanted you to open a back door?

Am I that kind of person?

Wait—no, Serena’s the big shot here…

Damn it!

Yvette woke up, and Patrick anxiously held her hand. "Mom, let’s go to the hospital for a checkup! Right now!"

Zayden, who was about to leave, glanced back at him but didn’t say a word.

The next day, Serena waited until twelve-thirty, but Yvette never arrived.

"Maybe… there was traffic," Zayden said, sounding guilty.

He was the one who had asked Serena to help, and now the patient wanted to back out. If it weren’t for his master’s favor being involved, he wouldn’t have bothered with this case at all.

Serena gave him a cool glance that made his face burn.

She was just about to take off her white coat when Patrick finally arrived, late.

The treatment lasted an hour. During that time, Patrick had built up plenty of mental defenses.

When it was over, he forced himself to go up to her. "Who did you learn from? You’re an orphan, right? The orphanage wouldn’t have taught you this. Did you inherit someone’s legacy? You’ve got no backing—would someone really pass their legacy down to an outsider like you? Isn’t medicine supposed to be about experience and seniority? You’re so young—are you sure you’ve really mastered it?"

The questions spilled out like a flood bursting through a dam.

Patrick had constructed countless explanations in his head for why Serena could perform acupuncture anesthesia. This was the only one that seemed even remotely reasonable.

"Two thousand per question," Serena said, holding out her hand.

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