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    “Of course! Why else would I be in a clinic?”


    The refined woman pinched her nose with a look of disdain. She couldn’t believe that the clinic rmended by her friend was so rundown and tiny. If it weren’t for her friend’s insistence on the effectiveness of a prescription from here, she would have nevere by herself.


    She questioned, “Is this the way you wee visitors here? A patient arrives, and the doctor is nowhere to be seen.”


    Bradshaw, unbothered by her demeanor, responded, “Please give me a moment. I will inform Dr. Lee immediately.”


    Someone had given her high expectations to have such an attitudeing here. His mentor was skilled, but iming to cure all ailments was a bit of an exaggeration.


    Ah, Bradshaw recalled now—his mentor specialized in andrology.


    The woman looked scornfully at the tattered sofa, standing in the clinic’s center with her arms folded, impatiently demanding, “Be quick!”


    At that moment, Carrington emerged from inside the room, apanied by Norah, who was wearing a mask.


    Upon noticing the visitor, Norah’s eyebrows lifted. What a surprise to see Sharon here!


    Sharon asked, “Dr. Lee, are you able to treat issues like kidney deficiency and infertility? I need some medication for my son.”


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    “Do you have details about the patient’s age, any allergies, and previous medical records?”


    Sharon handed over a booklet and said haughtily, “Here are my son’s medical records. Take a look.”


    She tried to make out the masked woman behind Carrington, unable to see her face due to the mask but noting her expensive dress.


    She assumed the woman was also seeking Carrington’s help for her partner. Her friend had spoken highly of the treatment’s sess, prompting her visit.


    Reflecting on the turmoil back home, Sharon sighed. Her son had finally connected with Marlene, even sharing a bed, only to discover she was an impostor. Norah, whom they had previously despised, turned out to be the true heiress to the Wilson estate.


    They had faced a significant setback. Due to Madeline, her family was nearly falling apart.


    Her sole desire now was for Derek to father a child, regardless of the mother’s identity. If the treatment proved effective and her son could conceive a child with Madeline, maybe their arguments would stop.


    Norah’s delicate fingers quickly took the booklet, her eyes smiling as she read the familiar details. Derek, that poor soul, was indeed desperate for a remedy for his condition.


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