Chapter 1237: Chapter 1232: I’m Sick
Seeing the displeasure on Evander Lancaster’s face, Willow Lancaster quickly replaced her joyful smile with a sullen look as she walked in.
"Second Brother, I’m sick."
Looking at his cousin sitting opposite him, Evander furrowed his brows tightly, closed the medical record in front of him, and asked sternly.
"Where are you feeling unwell?"
Willow placed her hands on her lower abdomen and said pitifully, "My stomach hurts."
The pampered girl had hands as white and delicate as jade, with nail polish in a light pink that wasn’t too bright, matching well with the skin on the back of her hand.
With exquisite makeup on her face, blue jeans, high-heeled ankle boots, and a beige cape, she appeared stylish and trendy, having dressed up carefully to see Evander.
As Willow moved, Evander glanced lightly without showing any emotion on his handsome face, then looked at Willow as if she were an ordinary patient, "Your period?"
Willow bit her lip slightly, shook her head shyly, "No."
"Breathless from hurrying?" Evander asked again, completely in his role as a doctor seriously examining a patient.
"No, it started hurting when I got out of bed this morning," Willow pouted pitifully.
Evander raised his brow and took a breath, having a general idea of what was going on in his mind, then crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, "Go downstairs to gynecology to get a slip and have an ultrasound, after which show the films to the doctor."
"Second Brother~" Willow pouted unhappily, "I’m scared, that’s why I came to you. You’re a doctor, why should I have to see another doctor!"
"I’m a surgeon, I don’t know gynecology." Evander raised an eyebrow, speaking earnestly.
"It’s all the same," Willow complained discontentedly, "It’s just a stomachache, you can check me. It won’t take long."
Evander sighed heavily, as if suppressing something, "Willow! How many times do I have to tell you, I’m a surgeon, your issue needs to be seen by a gynecologist!"
"Why are you being so fierce," Willow pouted and complained, "Who says a stomachache means you have to see gynecology? Maybe it’s just a gastrointestinal thing."
"Even for gastrointestinal issues, you need to have a scan, it’s not under my surgery department!"
Hearing Willow say this, Evander’s face turned even uglier, constrained by the fact that she was his cousin, making it hard to lose his temper.
"Second Brother, just check for me," Willow persistently got up and came in front of Evander, pouting coquettishly as she lifted the snug undershirt beneath her cape, "It’s just a little pain, not a big deal."
Willow was wearing low-rise jeans without thermal pants underneath; when she lifted the undershirt, what Evander saw wasn’t just her pale belly, but also her hip bones on either side...
If she were an ordinary patient, Evander wouldn’t think much of it, but she was his cousin, and considering their past behavior, his eyes darkened as he was about to react, but Willow already grabbed his large hand and placed it on her small abdomen.
"Willow, do you want me to call your parents!" Evander shook off Willow’s hand, his handsome face clearly displeased.
Scolded harshly, Willow pouted in grievance, with tears rolling down as she put down her lifted undershirt, looking slightly down at Evander, saying, "Second Brother, I just like you, why won’t you accept it?"
Evander...
If the person in front of him were his biological younger sister, he would have smacked some sense into her.
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