Lance heard this and smiled without responding.
Old Hughes didn't mind and thought deeply. After all, he was just joking.
Then, he winked at Lance and whispered, "So, what's the situation between you and Dr. Deanna? It seems like your relationship is quite unusual. But if you can be with Dr. Deanna, that would be great."
Hearing this, Lance chuckled but did not deny it. "I know what I'm doing."
"Put in some effort. Dr. Deanna is a rare gem. Don't let someone else snatch her away... Wait, what did you just say?"
Old Hughes finally realized what Lance had said. His eyes lit up as he looked at Lance.
Unfortunately, Lance had no intention of repeating himself. He cleared his throat and said, "Nothing much. I see things are getting busy outside again. I'll go help out. You shouldn't slack off either."
With that, Lance turned and left, leaving Old Hughes standing there fuming. "That brat did it on purpose!"
Although curious, Old Hughes suppressed his thoughts and returned to the free clinical treatment.
Meanwhile, as soon as Lance stepped outside, he saw Deanna treating an elderly man. The old man was dressed in rags and had a snakeskin bag filled with empty bottles, suggesting he made a living by collecting plastic bottles. He was quite dirty.
But Deanna showed no disdain. After checking his pulse, she didn't mind the dirt and rolled up his pants to administer acupuncture.
After finishing, she returned to her desk to write a prescription, instructing, "I've prescribed two types of medicine for you-one for internal use and one for soaking your feet. Use both prescriptions for three courses, and you should be fine."
"Thank you, young lady," the old man said gratefully.
Deanna smiled gently. The sunlight fell on her face, making her glow.
Lance was mesmerized by this sight, feeling as if she was surrounded by a halo. His gaze deepened, emotions stirring within him.
Deanna sensed something and looked over, meeting Lance's gaze mid-air. She paused, silently asking what was wrong.
However, Lance didn't speak; he just shook his head slightly.
Deanna found his behavior odd and stared at him. Their eyes locked.
For some reason, the longer Deanna looked, the more she felt something was off about Lance's gaze. It was deep and unfathomable, as if it could draw her in.
Suddenly, her cheeks began to heat up, and her heartbeat became irregular. Startled, she quickly looked away.
Seeing the flustered woman lower her head in embarrassment, Lance felt a mischievous sense of satisfaction and chuckled softly.
Unaware of this, Deanna refocused on her work. Noticing that the treatment time was up, she hurriedly removed the needles from the old man.
She then continued with the free clinical treatment, gradually forgetting this little episode.
By evening, the three days of free clinical treatment had finally ended, leaving everyone exhausted.
Old Hughes saw this and cheerfully announced, "You've all worked hard these past few days. Tonight's dinner is on me. Don't be shy."
"Who would be shy? I want to eat at Nightingale Restaurant," Old Wright said proudly.
Old Hughes rolled his eyes at him. "No way. Take it or leave it."
Then he happily approached Deanna and asked kindly, "Anna, what would you like to eat tonight? Or what do you two kids want to eat? It's on my treat."
"I'm fine with anything," Deanna replied with a smile.
The two kids also said they were okay with anything.
Old Hughes was speechless and tried to say more.
Lance laughed and said, "Let's go to Nightingale Restaurant. I remember their sirloin steak is very authentic. You should try it."
The last sentence was directed at Deanna.
Deanna nodded with a smile. "Alright."
The two kids and Old Hughes watched their interaction with keen interest in their eyes.
In the end, the group went to Nightingale Restaurant.
During the meal, after a few rounds of drinks, Old Hughes suddenly straightened up and said seriously, "Let me summarize these three days of free clinical treatment. Listen carefully. If you disagree or if I missed something, feel free to add later."
Deanna and the others nodded in agreement.
Soon, Old Hughes' authoritative voice filled the room again.
"These three days went well except for the first day. The last two days were quite successful. As for the first day, I think we didn't manage it well enough, which almost allowed some self-important people to monopolize the free clinical treatment slots. With this experience, we must be more careful next time and not make the same mistake."
Old Wright immediately interrupted disdainfully, "I told you from the start that your straightforward announcement of free clinical treatment wasn't good-it had flaws. You didn't listen. In such situations, we should have managed it well from the beginning. The purpose of free clinical treatment is to help those who are poor and can't afford medical expenses!"