Chapter 537 Elizabeth walked into the office at the corner.
Seeing Frankâs nameplate hanging on the door, she raised her fist and knocked. âHello? Dr. Watson? Are you in there?â
The door budged, but no one answered.
Elizabeth gently pushed the door open and glanced around. The office was empty.
Coincidentally, a nurse walked out of the office next to Frankâs. Elizabeth poked her head out and asked the nurse, âHello. Is Dr. Watson still operating at this time?â The nurse, with her head lowered, leafed through the papers on her clipboard, and answered, âIâm not sure, but itâs late, so he is probably out for dinner. You may wait for him in his office if you want.â
Elizabeth nodded. Then, she went back inside Frankâs office and made herself comfortable.
Frankâs office was different from what Elizabeth had imagined. Doctors in TV shows always seemed to be neat freaks. All their things had their proper places and were arranged in an orderly manner.
In comparison, Frankâs office was in a state of organized chaos. All the books and other reading materials seemed to be stashed randomly. Also, the office was decorated very simply. There wasnât much other than a desk and a few chairs.
A pillow was on the floor beside the deck chair. It mustâve fallen there. Elizabeth picked up the pillow and, without really thinking about it, began to straighten up the place.
When she was finished, she checked the time and realized that almost an hour had already passed. It was also getting dark outside.
She didnât want to wait for nothing, so she called Natalie. âNatalie, I think Dr. Watson isnât here. Iâve been waiting a long time, but I havenât seen him.
How about I come back tomorrow?â Elizabeth felt helpless.
At this time, Natalie was already home, lying in her manâs arms, and watching TV. She replied, âThatâs impossible. I asked Brandon to call the hospital as soon as I was done with work, and he told me that Frank was still there. You can wait a little longer. Maybe Frank is almost done with whatever heâs doing.â
âBut Iâm afraid that heâll just tell me the same thing. Iâve seen several doctors before.â Elizabeth was afraid that sheâd just receive another blow from Frank. She was concerned that heâd tell her that he didnât know what was wrong with her hand and had no idea how to fix it. âMaybe the doctors you saw before didnât perform a thorough examination,â Natalie comforted her over the phone.
âYou always like saying nice things, donât you?â Elizabeth sat on the chair, feeling exhausted.
âItâs impossible that your hand canât be cured. If anyone can fix it, itâs Frank. His skills are legendary in the medical industry.â Noticing that Elizabethâs voice took on a low timbre, Natalie felt concerned.
Elizabeth pursed her lips. With a bitter smile on her face, she said, âIf my hand is already a lost cause... Then maybe itâs retribution.â
Feeling even more anxious, Natalie replied, âDonât be so negative. Frank is a great doctor. Iâm sure he can help you. And did I mention that heâs also good looking? You canâ Ouch! Brandon! Why did you pinch me?â
Elizabeth became more depressed. She said with a sigh, âIâll let you go now. You just got home from work. You should rest. Iâll talk to you later, okay?â
Before Natalie could say anything else, Elizabeth hung up and then left Frankâs office.
But as soon as she walked out the door, she bumped into a male doctor who was taking off his surgical gown.
âIâm sorry,â the doctor apologized without raising his head.
Elizabeth looked up at him and found that he looked exhausted. He looked very slovenly, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He put his lab coat over his shoulder, walked past Elizabeth like a ghost, and shuffled into Frankâs office.
Then, Elizabeth snapped back to her senses. Was that man Frank Watson?
But he looked totally different from what Natalie had described. He was disheveled and appeared dispirited.
Elizabeth wasnât sure if the man was the handsome doctor that Natalie had been talking about.
She hesitated for a few seconds and then followed him into the office. When she entered, the doctor was sitting at the desk, motionless and downcast.
Elizabeth knocked on the door twice, cleared her throat, and then asked, âHi. Are you Dr. Watson?â
Frank kept quiet. He lowered his head as his hand met his forehead. It seemed something was bothering him. âDr. Watson, I...â Elizabeth tried but still failed not to come closer to him again.
Without raising his head, Frank said coldly, âPlease go out. Iâm not working today. All the appointments have been postponed.â
Elizabeth was instantly discouraged. As a doctor, she expected Frank to be professional. But reputable doctors could at times be impudent. So she did not say anything more and just turned around to leave, feeling unsatisfied. To Elizabethâs surprise, the door she had just closed wouldnât open!
Elizabeth twisted the doorknob again and again as anxiety riled her up. But no matter how hard she tried, the door just wouldnât budge. She turned to Frank, embarrassment evident in her voice as she explained, âItâs not that I donât want to leave. I just canât open the door.â
âWhy did you close the door?â Frank asked, sounding distressed. âThe lock of this door is broken. Once the door closes, it will not open. I havenât had it fixed yet.â As he spoke, Frank stood up, aiming for the lounge chair to lie on.
Frank massaged his eyebrows, seemingly out of energy. Frustration took over Elizabeth. She had not realized until now why Frank had kept his office door open from the very beginning.
Apparently, the lock was broken.
âIâm so sorry.â Elizabeth apologized then cautiously suggested, âDo you know any of the nursesâ numbers? We can call them and ask them to find a locksmith to open it.â Elizabeth went back and sat on the chair. She looked at the man on the lounge chair.
âI donât save the nursesâ numbers in my phone.â Frankâs voice was so low it was practically a whisper.
Elizabeth clutched her bag. She had no idea what to say, much less do. Finally, she got up and walked back to the door, thinking of calling out for help. Then she heard a snore from behind her.
She looked back and saw Frank on the lounge chair, deep in sleep. He had his legs crossed and an arm covering his eyes.
Their awkward situation made Elizabeth uneasy and self-conscious. She knew better than to wake him up and so remained silent. Elizabeth slumped back on the chair. She was bored and opted to read a book she picked up randomly in the room. But the medical book made no sense to her. All she did was scan the human anatomy sketches inside.
While she was reading, Natalie sent her a message asking if she already went home since she said on the phone earlier that she couldnât seem to find Frank.
Elizabeth could sense Natalieâs anger and anxiety even from her words. She could only explain that she didnât leave, but waited patiently for treatment from Frank.
Then Natalie asked her impression of Frank.
Phone in hand, Elizabeth turned toward the sleeping man, letting her eyes study him from head to toe.
Frank had a tall nose and thin lips with sharp edges. Even without seeing his entire face, she could tell how cold and indifferent he must look like.
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