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In a somewhat powerless manner, Amber said, “Thank you, but I’m not that desperate yet. There’s no need for such trouble. Mr. Axton’s attitude towards Axton Pharmaceuticals is very important, and it would be very helpful if you could explain it to me.

Or, if you could help me find someone who understands his viewpoints, whom I can talk to, that would be even better. It’s very possible that this could be a breakthrough point in Mr. Axton’s illness.”

“Ah, is he still ill?” Ian’s grandfather sounded disappointed. “I thought that he’d recovered. Look, he already knows how to be in a relationship now.”

Ian’s grandfather started smiling again toward the end of his sentence.

Amber looked at him severely. “Grandfather Axton, that’s not romance.” Following instructions like a robot was completely unrelated to love, joy, or anger. But in his attitude towards Axton Pharmaceuticals, Amber could feel something hidden beneath the surface.

Actually, it would have been fine if Ian had repressed his urges and emotions this way for his entire life. As long as he could control himself, he wouldn’t do any harm to society. But on the other hand, given his intelligence and capabilities, if he focused solely on his career, then he could probably achieve miraculous results.

But clearly, for the Axton family, rather than Ian having an exceptional career, they would much prefer him to marry and have children like a regular person, for him to experience happiness and anger, sorrow and joy. Ian himself likely felt this way as well, or else he wouldn’t have become interested in her.

Amber thought about a lot, but in reality, only a little bit of time had passed. When she saw Ian’s grandfather forcefully calming himself down to think about her words, she relaxed. “There’s something else that I need to do, so I’ll leave first. Due to Mr. Axton’s attitude towards me, I’ll have the department assign another doctor to him.”

Ian’s grandfather, who had been secretly happy that his grandson’s relationship seemed to have noticeably improved, anxiously asked, “… Would you please reconsider? Ian’s very picky.”

“Don’t worry. His new doctor will surely be excellent.”

Ian’s grandfather looked at her desperately, as if his teeth were sore.

This was why he had said that being too direct would scare people away. Why didn’t his grandson listen? And now she’d found an excuse to run!

He quickly tried to think of excuses to bring the two closer again. “Then, as for what you need Lawyer Shawn’s help with ….”

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In his heart, Ian’s grandfather regretfully thought that he was very willing to be worried and overthinking things, and that he very much wanted things to be made difficult for himself.

But Amber had already made up her mind, and she submitted her request as soon as she returned to her office. Then, at the end of the day when the other doctors were getting off work, Ian’s family met the new psychiatrist who had replaced Amber for a medical consultation, he was the director of some psychiatry department, as well as a famous old psychiatry professor with a face full of wrinkles.

Although he was gray-haired, his features were very balanced with a square face and big ears. Perhaps Amber was trying to appeal to Ian’s unique sense of beauty as, while this replacement might have been a little old, his face was perfectly symmetrical, and even the eyebags and wrinkles by his cheeks on either side of his face were equally sized.

The first thought that went through Ian’s grandparents mind was that it must have been hard for Amber to find and invite such a renowned professor like him. They were happy because, given how much effort Amber must have spent, she must have been serious about telling Ian to woo her.

Because of Ian’s willful behavior, he had ended up being saddled with a few more tests and inspections in the afternoon, two of which they’d been told could be skipped upon entering the hospital.

From this, Ian’s family all guessed that this was actually a covert reminder from the primary doctor who had been angered earlier. ‘Don’t you have money? Don’t you like messing around? Then mess around a bit more, why don’t you?’

Ian didn’t care either way, as that was just his personality. Before he went to the hospital, he hated it and would avoid it by any means possible. But once he was there, he would adapt to his situation-as long as everything was as he requested.

He wasn’t very responsive when Amber was scolding him, nor when Amber had asked him to chase after her. After Amber left, he had simply continued his previous activity: discussing an acquisition contract with Lawyer Shawn. His grandparents were sitting by his side, so anxious for him that they were scratching themselves raw.

When the new doctor arrived, the first thing he did was make Ian fill out a questionnaire. He looked at the responses and started smiling right away.

Amber had never made Ian fill out any questionnaires, but he was very familiar with the questions on this one. She had slightly disguised each of them and asked him about them over the course of their regular conversations.

He quickly answered the questionnaire. After the doctor read through Ian’s answers, he looked curiously at him before he stretched out his hand out and, in a somewhat kind tone, asked, “Shall we shake hands? In the future, I’ll be working with you.”

This doctor even had a nice voice particularly mellow and rich, and imbued with charm.

Ian stared at the proferred hand, indifferent. “I’m sorry, I have mysophobia.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The doctor smiled as he retrieved his hand, a fingertip resting on an answer from the questionnaire. “You answered that you didn’t mind on here.”

“….”

It had been an instinctive response; old people were wily, and this man was evidently much more sly than Amber. Ian’s expression was cold, without a single sign of emotion showing on his well proportioned and handsome face. His hands nearly folded on top of his abdomen as he changed the topic. “Are you familiar with Amber?”

“Yes,” the doctor answered tactfully. “Despite her age, Dr. Camille’s a very responsible doctor with considerable skill in what she does.”

“She wants me to woo her.” Ian’s expression was cold and his tone insipid when he very calmly threw down this bombshell. “Do you have any advice?”