The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 620

No matter how skilled Dr. L was, she couldn't possibly diagnose him just by looking, could she?

As Clive's mind raced, he heard the doctor speak in a deliberately raspy voice.

"That's right, I'm Dr. L. Please, come in."

Inside the consultation room, Clive removed his hat and mask, revealing a pale but still handsome face. He sat down, his fingers unconsciously gripping the armrests. His eyes darted around, flicking nervously toward Leilani, clearly ill at ease.

Leilani noticed his gaze but pretended not to, calmly opening a new patient file. "Tell me about your situation in detail."

Clive opened his mouth, then closed it, his brow furrowed in a way that suggested he was struggling to find the words. He was dragging his feet, and that was delaying the consultation.

Leilani looked up at him and placed her pen on the desk, her voice cool. "Sir, if you're here to see a doctor but are unwilling to describe your condition, then I can't help you. Perhaps you should seek help elsewhere."

Seeing her impatience, Clive’s forehead broke out in beads of sweat. After a few minutes of internal debate, he finally spoke as if having made a momentous decision. "It's... a problem in a private area."

Leilani remained impassive. "What kind of problem?"

Clive's face grew even paler, and he lowered his voice to a near whisper. "That area... it's inflamed."

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