My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu helped Holmes to Carl Grant's clinic.Although it was always called Carl Grant's Clinic, the clinic was actually called Nightingale.

Moreover, Dr. Grant was not the owner of the clinic, he was only hired to manage the clinic. The owner of the clinic was very mysterious, and many people speculated that he was a gentleman from the upper class.

After all, ordinary philanthropists cannot open a clinic in the Cavendish Square area, because here they not only have to bear huge rents, but also expensive equipment fees.

In addition to these, Jiqiu noticed the fat and strong horses raised outside the clinic, and a row of clean and tidy carriages.

"If an expert wants to be famous in the newspaper, he not only needs to have a high level of professionalism, but also needs to open his business on Cavendish Square Street." Holmes is no stranger to this place, he once received a commission to come here.

"But Carl Grant also contributed part of the money for the opening of the clinic. This doctor has no bad habits, does not smoke, does not drink alcohol, and has a high professional level. Why does he need to work for others? He can open a clinic by himself." Jiqiu asked out the doubts in his heart.

"Meet Dr. Carl Grant and maybe everything will be clear."

The clinic is not big, and it is not very eye-catching on this street, but it is the only clinic that provides free consultations for the poor. This move makes it stand out from a large number of clinics and become famous.Prestige even somewhat overwhelms larger clinics.

After waiting outside Carl Grant's office, they finally met the surgeon.

Carl Grant was pale, with a mustache on his face, and his slender, white hands were crossed on the table. Jiqiu felt that those hands were not like those of a surgeon, but more like those of a pianist.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Grant," said Holmes hoarsely.

"Good afternoon, sir. What's wrong with you?"

Dr. Grant's voice was clear, and his light brown eyes looked gently at his patient.It makes people feel like spring breeze.

"I've been feeling dizzy and nauseous lately. Haven't had a full night's sleep in days, doc."

Dr. Grant checked Holmes' pulse and body temperature. "You're fine, but you're just a little stressed. You should relax. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. You'll be fine after a few days."

"Really? That's a good doctor." Holmes took out a scarlet handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

"The weather has been erratic recently, please pay attention to your body." Dr. Grant reached out and patted Holmes on the back, and handed the prescription in his hand to Jiqiu, "You can get your husband's medicine, it's at the end of the corridor room."

Jiqiu finally got rid of the identity of the background board, and looked at Holmes hesitantly, "Carl Grant probably won't do anything, but it's more likely that Holmes will make some inadvertent move." '

Holmes nodded lightly, Jiqiu moved away and left the consulting room, leaving space for the two people inside.

Jiqiu looked at the medicine list, and there were some mild soothing medicines on it. She walked to the pharmacy on short legs and handed the list to the nurse.

"Dr. Grant is really a pleasant gentleman." Jiqiu said casually.

"Yes, there is no one better than Dr. Grant." The young nurse couldn't help but raise her lips, "He always helps those who have fallen."

"Degenerate?" Jiqiu's eyebrows were full of curiosity, why did he use such a word to describe the patients who came here.