Chapter 198

Chapter 198

Leanne frowned out of confusion. “Aren’t I personally checking you out right now?”

It was clear they were not on the same page. Knowing how easily words could stir the pot, Curtis wisely shut his mouth, stood up, and wandered over to sit before the examination

equipment.

Leanne adjusted the height and eyepiece of the device until the man’s eyes appeared in the high-definition microscope.”

Curtis had deep-set eyes with slightly elongated corners that hinted at a roguish charm when smiling.

For a moment, those intense eyes made her feel as if they were gazing back at her.

But it was through a microscope. Curtis couldn’t see Leanne.

Leanne closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath to calm herself, and quickly ran through the rest of the eye exam.

He had a perfectly healthy set of eyes. There was not a single issue with them.

She was about to schedule several more detailed tests to determine the cause of his supposed night vision issues and to check the state of his retina, hoping there were no abnormalities.

While typing on the computer, she asked, “How long have you had this condition?”

Curtis replied casually, “Thirty-eight days.”

Patients often couldn’t remember when their symptoms began, but this precision was a first.

Thirty-eight days. Over a month?

Leanne paused mid-prescription, looking skeptical. “The last time we went hiking, it w pitch black, and you were practically flying up the trail. You didn’t seem to have trouble seeing in the dark then.”

Curtis countered with a lazy drawl, “I never said I had night blindness.”

“You mean you can’t see at night?”

“Not being able to see at night doesn’t mean I can’t see in the dark,” he clarified. “My condition has nothing to do with light.”

While diligently taking notes, the intern paused mid-sentence, realizing Curtis’ symptoms didn’t match night blindness. She quickly backspaced to erase those words.

He said he couldn’t see at night but could see in the dark. Weren’t they the same thing? If it

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wasn’t related to light, what was it related to?

That was nothing she’d ever learned in any textbook.

Leanne suspected that Curtis was pulling her leg. Her brows knitted tighter as she stared. at him for seconds, trying to read his face. He seemed at ease, giving nothing away.

But Leanne wasn’t in the mood to play his game. If he did have a problem, Stonebridge wasn’t the only hospital in town, nor was she the only ophthalmologist around.

Her tone was quick and icy, and she said, “Your vision is fine. You can leave now.”

Across from her, Curtis raised an eyebrow subtly, “Really? Then can’t I see my wife when I get home?”

Silence fell.

Leanne realized that when it got under her skin. Curtis had an uncanny talent.

Why did such people even exist?

She had been sincerely examining him and shouldn’t have even bothered.

The intern looked up from her notes in shock, fixing her eyes on the excessively

handsome man.

“You come to an eye clinic because you can’t see your wife?” she wondered.

Was it true that if God opened a door for you, he closed a window? He was so good-looking, yet the brain was not right, huh?

Turning her head, she saw Leanne’s face flush with anger.

Leanne was her mentor, known as the “Triple A Doctor” in ophthalmology, with excellent skills, great temperament, and a kind heart. Patients would speak highly of her at every opportunity.

And then, Leanne’s glare at the patient seemed fierce enough to throw a mouse at his face. It was rare to see such a gentle person so infuriated.

Considering Leanne might not want to lash out, the intern bravely stepped forward, speaking tactfully, “Mr. Richardson, about your issue of having a problem seeing your wife, it’s probably not about your eyes. Coming to us in ophthalmology won’t help. You should ask your wife.”

Curtis’ gaze lazily drifted over to her, a slow smile spreading across his face.

His smile had a lazy, carefree quality to it.

“I am asking,” he said.

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