Chapter 843 I’m Getting Married

"I'm a psychiatrist, and I overheard your conversation with the doctor. Why don't we exchange numbers? If you visit me at my office, I'll examine you," the man offered.

The man was bald and had a greasy face. His frivolous eyes scanned her up and down as if he were bestowing some great favor upon her.

"No need. My mind is fine," Chloe replied with a polite but clear refusal, her discomfort apparent.

"Don't be ungrateful," he snapped, his tone becoming unpleasant. "Do you have any idea how many people line up just to get an appointment with me every day? I'm offering this to you for your own good. Don't wait till you’re sick in the head before you come and beg me to examine you.”

"You call yourself a doctor when your mouth is as foul as a toilet bowl? My friend isn't sick, so don't you dare curse her!" Emily responded, her anger bubbling over. Her words were sharp, and she clearly picked up the man's malicious intent.

"You’re in a hospital, so aren’t you sick?" the sleazy man mused