Blake Fuller withdrew his hand.
He rubbed his slender, symmetrical fingers, and under his glass lenses, his eyes revealed a mixture of regret and pity for the patient.
This compassionate expression made Aunt Gilbert feel uneasy in her heart.
"Doctor, doctor... which hospital do you work at? Can you take me there to check what's wrong with my body?"
Caroline Edwin glanced at Uncle Gilbert beside her, who was leaning against the wall of the alley with his right leg on his left and shaking it occasionally.
She licked her dry lower lip, "He is the dean and regarded as the top authority in the medical field. He came here for a conference."
Aunt Gilbert became even more convinced of Blake Fuller's medical skills after Caroline Edwin's brief introduction.
So he's a dean, no wonder he can tell I'm sick just by taking my pulse.
Aunt Gilbert took a deep breath, "Doctor, just tell it to me straight, I can handle it."
