Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Tracey walked to the door and suddenly remembered something. She stopped and turned around.

"Is there something else?" Blair looked at her.

Tracey said, "I had dinner with Solomon yesterday. He asked me to remind you that it's time for a body checkup."

Blair was stunned. He had been so busy lately that he had forgotten about it.

"You know your condition..."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm only twenty-eight this year." Blair put out the cigarette in his hand and sounded indifferent.

Tracey frowned. "That doesn't mean you shouldn't pay attention to it."

"Got it."

Blair lit another cigarette after Tracey left.

After sitting in the study for a while, he went downstairs. Mable was already taking a walk in the garden.

Mable asked him, "What did you and Tracey talk about earlier? She had a big smile on her face when she left."

Blair held her hand and answered after some thought, "Her crush is coming back."

"Crush?"

Mable had known Tracey for so long but had never heard her say she had a crush.

Blair caressed her head. "You'll get to know him in time."

Mable was shy from his intimate gesture. She looked away into the distance.

Blair stopped in his tracks at this time.

"Mabes."

"Hm?" Mable looked up at him.

"I'm sorry."

Blair looked at her fair fingers. He felt sorry when he thought about how she once injured all of her fingers while learning how to cook.

"It was my fault for hurting you and making you sad before. I won't do that anymore."

Mable stared blankly at him. Her heart was thumping.

It was surprising that Blair would lower his voice to apologize to her.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Blair had hurt her, and it was not something that could be forgotten with an apology. After all, not all apologies lead to forgiveness. Mable did not resent him for how he treated her in the past. In a way, she deserved it for falling in love with someone who did not love her.

She rubbed her nose. "Blair, I don't want to talk about the past."

Blair embraced her and patted her back gently. "As you wish."

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Blair did not have anything important to do in the morning. Remembering Tracey's reminder from that day, he went to the hospital.

When he arrived, he heard multiple footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor just as he walked out of the elevator.

Blair looked over and saw a group of doctors clustered around a female doctor in a white coat and a mask. They were walking in his direction.

The woman in the lead wore thin-framed glasses and a mask. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing her fair neck.

She was focused on the medical record in her hand while saying something to the doctors and nurses around her. She looked so solemn, as if she was a heroic general about to go into battle.

The group of doctors following behind her looked at her with respect and admiration. They recorded everything she said.

Blair looked at the woman walking over in shock. Although she was wearing a mask, he recognized her right away.

"Mable?"

Mable looked up, frozen as she met Blair's gaze.

"Blair?"

'Why is he at the hospital?'

At this time, a doctor in the back answered a phone call and then said to Mable, "Professor Jefferson, the blood bank got back to us. There isn't much O-type blood for now."

"Professor?" Blair was dumbfounded. He looked at Mable in shock.

When he asked Mable last time if she knew medicine, she said she knew a little.

He thought that was the case.

Now, it seemed she was being modest.

'How could she be a professor if she only knew a little???'

Mable ignored Blair and led the people to the ward, saying, "Then transfer some from other hospitals. The patient is a veteran, so he has priority! Everyone else, make your preparations. The surgery will start as soon as we have enough blood."

"Yes, professor!"

Everyone responded in unison and with the utmost respect.