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The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 709

"Remember to close the door behind you when you go out."

Clive still wanted to say something, but looking at Zeus's cold profile, he didn't dare speak up in the end.

He thought resentfully to himself.

If it hadn't been for that Dr. L standing him up back then, would he have needed to run to his brother here to swallow all this anger!

At the end of the day, it was because he didn't have fame or fortune right now; otherwise, why would they treat him with this kind of attitude?

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Clutching his test orders, Clive lowered his head and walked quickly toward the blood draw window.

The hospital's blood draw window was semi-open, with a transparent glass wall separating the inside from the outside.

Inside, nurses in uniform light blue scrubs were moving swiftly, opening vacuum blood collection tubes, tying tourniquets, and sterilizing puncture sites—a fluid, seamless process.

The air was filled with the faint scent of disinfectant, mixed with an elusive metallic smell of blood.

Perhaps because it was almost time for the lunch break,

There weren't many patients lining up to get their blood drawn at the window.

Only seven or eight patients were scattered around, forming a sparse line.

However, most people were looking down at their phones while waiting.

Although there weren't many people, Clive still instinctively pulled down the brim of his hat and adjusted the mask on his face, wishing he could bury his face in his collar for fear of being recognized.

Clive hadn't had much experience going to the doctor before and never expected that drawing blood for tests at Zeus's hospital was done so openly. This way, wouldn't those nurses and doctors know exactly what he was here for the moment they saw his name?

At this moment, Clive even felt a bit of regret.

If he had known, he wouldn't have come to Zeus just for the convenience of knowing someone, only to be passive-aggressively scolded.

What if someone recognized him and posted it online...

As Clive was thinking this, he suddenly heard snippets of conversation coming from the triage desk in the distance.

"Oh my, look at that guy... doesn't he look a bit familiar?"

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