"So it's possible," Justin Huxley thought of Summer Lowell, "After all, the rumor is that he's the kind who'd choose beauty over power."
...
"Thank you," Summer Lowell said to the nurse who was measuring her blood pressure, "By the way, is Dr. Jacobs not here today?"
The young nurse, with a sweet and gentle voice, replied, "Yes, Dr. Jacobs isn't here right now, he's in a meeting at the front. Do you need him? If it's urgent, I can call him, he instructed us before."
"What did he instruct?" Summer adjusted her sleeve, "Did he say to call him whenever I need him?"
The nurse chuckled, revealing a row of pearly teeth, "Yes, that's exactly what he said. He mentioned that you're a very important patient, and he needs to keep an eye on your condition at all times. If you feel the slightest discomfort, we must call him."
Summer's eyes shifted slightly, and after a moment, she casually asked the nurse, "By the way, I heard Dr. Jacobs is a personal doctor?"
