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Chapter 26: They Are Too Close
Ryan dared not dwell on the situation any longer.
He was the one who had brought the genius doctor here, after all. Not to mention, she was the Quinnell family’s savior. He couldn’t just stand by and watch her dig her own grave!
“Dr. Genius may not be the best with words. Haha…” Ryan glanced at Dalton with a pleading look.
“Please, don’t mind her.”
Dalton, as taciturn as ever, responded with a faint hum.
Wynter raised an eyebrow, her expression curious. “Mr. Lloyd, why are you nervous? Did I say something wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” Dalton flashed a charming smile. “What you said was right.”
Wynter’s eyes sparkled. “Good-looking people do tend to speak sweetly.”
She then turned to look at the doctors, who had just returned from gathering their notebooks and phones, unaware of the small drama that had unfolded.
“Is everyone here?” Wynter asked.
“Yes!” The doctors responded in unison, their voices a little sheepish, as though they were back to being interns under her command.
Wynter suddenly raised her right hand and, without warning, undid the first button of Dalton’s shirt.
Dalton frowned slightly, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. She hadn’t mentioned undressing him!
Wynter smiled knowingly. Her right hand still gripped his shirt, so close that her breath was nearly brushing against his Adam’s apple.
“I’ll teach you an acupuncture point to relieve your cough,” she said matter-of-factly.
Her fingers gently pressed against the side of his neck. Her eyes were focused, professional—not a hint of anything inappropriate in her demeanor.
“Insert the needle about an inch deep, just below the mouth,” she continued, her fingers shifting position as she spoke. “The effects of acupuncture depend on both the technique and the combination of points used.”
Her fingers slid along Dalton’s neck, coming to rest behind his ears.
“For example,” she went on, “there’s an acupuncture point here that helps with heat dissipation. Today’s patient has symptoms related to lung congestion and internal dampness. There’s a technique in Acupuncture Collections called ‘Cooling Needling’…”
The doctors had grown more attentive, focused entirely on her words and movements. None of them noticed the subtle shift in Dalton’s gaze.
As Wynter’s fingers continued to tap on his body, Dalton felt the pressure of the acupuncture points directly. There was something oddly calming about it. What was even more remarkable was that she hadn’t given him a rash. Maybe there were people who didn’t carry germs after all.
Dalton’s gaze lingered on Wynter’s face. Every time she leaned forward, her long hair brushed against his hand, and he couldn’t help but notice the intensity in her eyes—completely absorbed in the points she was targeting on his body.
Her voice rose and fell with the rhythm of her explanation, her fingers guiding the process with precision.
The doctors were captivated, their attention fixed on her every word and movement. Even Victor, usually so focused on Dalton’s identity, was too absorbed in the demonstration to think about anything else.
He nodded in satisfaction. This was talent. Genuine potential.
It suddenly clicked for him. He could invite this genius doctor to join their hospital!
The doctors, all eager to learn, asked for more details, but Wynter smiled and withdrew her fingers.
“That’s it?” one of them asked, sounding a little disappointed.
“I haven’t had enough,” another murmured.
Dalton, too, felt a brief sense of loss as her cool fingers left his body. His throat, already irritated, seemed even itchier than before.
