The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 277 - 276

Chapter 277: Chapter 276

Director, this isn’t good, right?

But now he’s happily drinking the milk tea Madam ordered!

This is his hard work, a cup he shamelessly begged from Isabella Yeaton.

He even put in a physical effort!

A hundred cups of milk tea, he carried them all up to the floor by himself, though there was an elevator!

But it was an effort nonetheless.

Indeed, a man’s mouth is a deceitful ghost; as long as he wants something, he can say anything.

...

Ivy River wasn’t having an easy time either.

The first patient to come in started giving her a hard time.

"Doctor, Little Divine Doctor, give me a reason. Why can the previous patient drink milk tea, but I can’t?"

Ivy River explained helplessly, "You have diabetes. I told you to drink the sugar-free one, but you refused. You’re already taking insulin, yet you insist on eating so many sweets. Why are you so disobedient?"

"Then why can he drink it?"

The old man kept repeating himself.

Ivy River didn’t even know who he was talking about, "Who are you talking about? I haven’t seen any diabetic patients drinking milk tea, and I certainly didn’t agree to it!"

"It’s the person who just left. Your little assistant gave him a cup of milk tea. Then my condition made me come in to ask you, so I’m asking!"

The old man said confidently.

Ivy River thought carefully; Edwin Blake wasn’t a person who could drink milk tea...

But today the department did have milk tea.

It couldn’t be that the patients saw the doctors drinking it and started making trouble, right?

She could only explain helplessly, "I’ll explain your condition again. You can go home and make a little milk tea yourself, then add a little erythritol, just a little, not too much, just enough to get a taste."

"What about cake? Can I eat some cake?"

The old man asked enthusiastically.

"No, letting you drink a cup of milk tea is already pretty good. You have type 1 diabetes. Please try to be obedient, okay?"

The old man listened to Ivy River’s serious answer and said pitifully, "Is there really no possibility? I really want to..."

"No possibility. Just give it up. Or you can eat a salted cake and then drink your Chinese medicine for treatment. I will check the indicators next time. If they are good, I’ll buy you a piece of cake, okay?"

Ivy River really couldn’t bear to hurt an elderly person.

The old man got excited, "Little Divine Doctor, what did you just say? Can you say it again?"

"Good advice isn’t repeated. If you didn’t hear it clearly, then just forget it, pretend I didn’t say anything."

"No, no, I heard it. I’ll definitely drink my medicine well at home and strive to eat cake next time! Quickly give me the prescription; I’m already prepared to get the medicine!"

Ivy River shook her head with a smile and handed him the prescription.

The old man took the prescription and left excitedly.

This behavior directly puzzled the patients waiting outside.

Someone pulled him, "What’s up with you? Why are you so happy? Has your condition improved?"

"Nope."

"Then what are you so excited about!" The patient looked at him like he was an idiot.

The old man waved his medical record excitedly, "Just happy. If I take my medicine well, I can eat cake next time! Little Divine Doctor said that. Now I have to get my medicine and take it!"

The patients watched him leave enthusiastically, feeling very helpless.

Everyone looked at each other, as if looking at a fool.

"He’s definitely daydreaming. Type 1 diabetes and high blood sugar, he must be joking if he wants to eat cake, tsk."

"Yeah, right? But what Ivy River said isn’t entirely untrustworthy. Though I think the possibility is zero, maybe she’s just giving him hope?"

"We’ll know when he comes for his next check-up. Hurry up, get in! Are you going in or not? If you aren’t, I’ll go!"

One of the patients saw it was his turn and hurried in, "In, in, in, don’t rush me; I’m going in now."

After that, all the patients wanted to know why type 1 diabetes can eat cake.

Ivy River was exhausted from explaining.

"I told that patient that he could have cake if he controlled it well, and it must be the cake I buy. There are many conditions. If you meet them, you can also eat it. But you don’t have high blood sugar... You don’t have diabetes..."

The patient seemed to understand, "I have high blood fat. If I control it well, can I eat a lot of fish and meat?"

Ivy River nodded, "That’s right. You’re very smart, but you still need to control it well."

"Okay, I’ll leave now. Little Divine Doctor, I won’t delay your off-duty time."

Ivy River smiled and saw the patient off, then immediately called Isabella Yeaton in.

"Isabella, did you give Edwin Blake milk tea today?"

Isabella Yeaton was baffled, "No, did President Blake drink milk tea?"

"Did you give milk tea to a diabetic patient? Why are all the patients asking me if diabetics can eat cakes?"

Ivy River was very confused.

Isabella Yeaton immediately said, "It was Harry Ross. He kept pestering me to give him a cup too. Eventually, I gave in and got him one. I didn’t put the milk tea money in the account. Director, you can check."

Ivy River waved her hand, "It’s not about the money. Why did giving Harry Ross milk tea make diabetic patients see it!"

Another problematic patient!

"The old man was at the door. Then he said President Blake’s consultation took a long time and thought it was a serious illness. Then Harry Ross said he had an illness. When he left, he took the milk tea with him, and so the old man misunderstood..."

Ivy River sighed deeply, "Misunderstood Harry Ross has diabetes and drinks milk tea?"

Isabella Yeaton nodded cautiously, "Probably..."

"Next time, if you see diabetic patients or many diabetic patients scheduled, prevent me from ordering afternoon tea. God, being tortured for so long, I’m about to collapse."

Ivy River lay on the table in pain.

Showing none of her decisiveness and sharpness from the consultations.

"Okay, Director, today I forgot to check the patients’ cases. It’s my mistake."

Ivy River waved her hand weakly, "It’s not your fault. Don’t take everything on yourself. It’s not your mistake. By the way, did you guys eat the cake?"

Isabella Yeaton was stunned.

Ivy River immediately understood, "Grab it quickly; it’s turned into a post-dinner dessert. Hurry."

Isabella Yeaton ran off, "I’ll get it now. I forgot about it!"

After Isabella Yeaton distributed the cake.

She came in with four little cakes, "Director River, did you save these?"

"Yes, take one; one of them is yours."

Isabella Yeaton was shocked, "Mine?"

Ivy River nodded, "It’s from Raff’s. This cake is limited to five per day, and it tastes very good. Try it. If you like it, I’ll buy it for you next time."

Isabella Yeaton was flattered, "Thank you, Director River!"

Ivy River waved her hand, no longer speaking, "Being my assistant is also a bit hard on you. Now I’ll treat you better to avoid being backstabbed later. Oh, about tomorrow’s contest, I’m not coming to the hospital. Remember to arrange the work schedule."

"Understood, I’ve already reported to Director Chadwick today. About the public opinion on Twitter... Should I arrange security from the group to accompany you tomorrow?"

Isabella Yeaton was worried.

Ivy River gave a mischievous smile, "I won’t believe anyone dares to kidnap me openly. I don’t need security to protect me. I’m worried I’d end up protecting them."

"Alright... I guess..."

Isabella Yeaton looked at Ivy River’s decisive appearance and agreed reluctantly.

"Alright, go out. Remember to stick a notice on my door saying, ’No unreasonable patients allowed!’"

Isabella Yeaton was confused, "Director, this isn’t good, right?"

"This is great!"