Trial Husband

Chapter 86

Jin suddenly sat up straight, pricking up his ears.

His calm and relaxed expression suddenly turned into panic. He turned toward the door.

Lalisa poked her head in and noticed the two figures reflected on the curtains behind the doctor's desk.

She asked again, "Is there a doctor here?"

No one answered.

She frowned, a little angry at the two figures. What was going on today? There had not been many doctors in the entire hospital. It had not been easy to even find an office with people in it. They were clearly inside, yet they pretended not to be there.

She pushed the invigilator in, her mother following behind. She slammed the door open, wanting to quickly resolve the matter in front of her.

"Doctor?" Lalisa took a few steps inside.

"Please wait outside," Jin said.

Lalisa did not want to leave. It was very strange. She kicked the invigilator hard, causing him to howl again.

"He's badly injured. He can't leave." Lalisa's tone was firm. She was determined to leave the patient here. "We won't disturb you. Please continue."

Jin rubbed his temples, not knowing what to do. He mouthed to Clark and told her to hide before walking out.

Their eyes met. Lalisa looked at him in surprise. He adjusted the glasses on his nose and asked, "Where are you injured?"

"Are you a doctor here?" Lalisa tried to remain calm.

"Yes, I'm a surgeon."

"You don't look like one."

"This is my work ID." Jin handed her the ID.

"Should I look for an orthopedist instead?"

"No need. I'm fine with any specialization."

He wore a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a scholarly air. His long hair was combed behind his head while his eyes were deep. He looked more mature and wise than when he did in school.

He sat down on the office chair, taking out a medical record sheet and asked the patient in a dignified manner, "How did you get hurt?"

The invigilator looked at Lalisa pitifully.

She said, "I hit him."

Jin looked up at her and picked up the patient's hand. "It's not a big problem."

The invigilator cried, "I'm in a lot of pain."

Jin wrote a few words on the sheet and continued, "Who will pay for the medical fees?"

Lalisa glared at the invigilator. The invigilator shrunk his neck and said weakly, "I'll pay."

"Oh?" Jin looked at the two of them with a questioning gaze.

"It's my fault." The invigilator smiled awkwardly.

"What's wrong? How is it wrong?" Jin frowned. "You have to explain clearly."

The invigilator did not understand why he had to admit his mistake, even after considering the condition of his hand. However, the doctor's tone was very stern, and his gaze was aggressive. It seemed that he had to admit it. The invigilator's voice became more and more soft. He whispered, "I touched her..."

Crack.

The crisp sound of dislocating bones resounded throughout the room.

The invigilator's mouth hung wide open. He was in so much pain that he had lost his voice.

Jin let go of his hand with a look of disgust. He casually wrote a few words on the medical record before handing it over to Lalisa. "You don't need to prescribe any medicine. Just make a record."

Lalisa took the medical record, trying her best to hold back her laughter.

This was the so-called... violent treatment?

'Jin, you're a PhD in digital information engineering, but you came here to be a doctor instead. What a useless quack.'

"Go out and turn left. I won't send you off." Jin asked them to leave.

Lalisa did not want to leave. She had not seen enough yet, but her mother was standing by the side, so she had to remain calm.

She had to remember that she was now Lalice, not Lalisa. She was not Jin' wife. They were just strangers who had never met before.

"Thank you, doctor." Lalisa took the list before leaving.

Jin heaved a sigh of relief. He pulled open the curtain behind him, revealing the naked Clark. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"The tourniquet is bleeding again."

Jin frowned, carefully observing her wound again. "Are you sure... you didn't do this by yourself?" Clark could take a beating. It would not be the first time that she deliberately opened her wounds to gain his sympathy.

"A fake doctor shouldn't shirk responsibility."

Jin had no choice but to put on his gloves again to treat the wound on her waist.

The door was pushed open abruptly, startling the both of them. Lalisa had barged in with the list in her hand. She said, "Doctor, the service desk still needs..."

She witnessed the scene. Clark was not wearing a top as her hand was placed gently on Jin' head. His hand rested on her waist, moving back and forth in a highly suggestive manner.

She met Clark's gaze, who shot her a smug smile.