Chapter 525

Just as Quentin was about to pour himself some water—Martin having stepped out a few minutes earlier—Zara quickly walked over.

"Mr. Lowe, let me help you with that!" she offered.

Quentin looked at the unfamiliar doctor in the white coat and replied coolly, "Thank you."

Zara smiled warmly. "No need to thank me, Mr. Lowe. I'm Zara Patel, currently rotating in this department. If you need anything, you can always ask me."

She handed the water to Quentin.

Quentin, having encountered many women like this before, took the glass with a detached expression. "I don't need anything. You can leave now."

Zara's face stiffened slightly, but she wasn't ready to give up. "Have you had your ointment applied? I can help with that."

She reached for the ointment on the bedside table, taking the initiative to apply it for him.

Quentin's patience reached its limit. "I told you to leave. Are you deaf?"

His gaze was sharp, his mood already sour, and he didn't appreciate this intrusion.

Zara's face