Hot Passion of the Doctor
Episode 275's

Clinton tried to make Clara warm milk to make the wife more relaxed. Unfortunately, the drink that went into his stomach was spewed back. He said it didn't taste good like stale and made his stomach feel squeezed. As a result, because of constant worry, Cannon again asked Clinton to check up on the health of his wife who still has not improved.

The problem is, every time Clinton invites Clara to eat, she will usually nausea again. His body has also not shown any sign of better. So, Clinton could only worry while accompanying the Wife until Cannon returned from the street with Hans.

"Eh, Cannon, wait. Can you help me check on my wife's condition again?" clinton asked unyieldingly intentionally waiting for the Cannon in front of the resort room before the Cannon returned home.

Of course, the one who was upset was none other than Hans. The pretentious husband where willing his wife near people.

In fact, their luggage, including groceries and change of clothes in a warm bath, was so mountainous that Hans could not carry it himself. Automatic, Cannon is the one who helped until his hands are also full.

With a face coxed, Hans rampaged, Haish, what the hell, you? Just come home from refreshing have you made stress again like gini? It could be crazy of me, long time ago look at you!''

Clinton just rolled her eyes lazily. What the fuck is being a cemeni guy, likes to complain so. Clinton is disgusted. Fortunately Clinton was stupid. So, even though Hans was raging, his determination to bring the Cannon to his room was not at all eroded by a single centimeter.

"Udah, if you're crazy, go crazy. Most importantly, your wife is sane. You see, your wife I help you more than you. Hahaha," sneered Clinton shamelessly.

Cannon could only shake his head to see the behavior of these two friends who were equally unclear. Actually, Cannon was a bit pity as well when he saw her husband being ridiculed so. However, Caniam remained calm and neutral by understanding the core of Clinton's request was about Clara.

"Wait, Kaka Clinton. Let's go in first. Our luggage is quite heavy," said Meriam sage.

"Well, tuh. Also called what? Thought you brought this stuff a lot of cake carrying a piece of cotton? Got that brain dipake dong! Ah ah, step aside!''

Only the Cannon could resuscitate Hans's sacred intentions so Clinton chuckled in shame. Then, after that, Clinton was willing to make room for the two of them to enter. Even so, Hans continuously grumbled inexhaustibly. Meanwhile, Clinton only put up a thick face to wait for the Cannon to finish tidying up the groceries and changing clothes. Not to forget, the cannon whose incident was the wife of Sholehah also prepared warm tea for Clinton to be able to relax. Only then did Cannon sit across Clinton quietly.

"How, brother? A drug that I haven't had much effect on Clara, has it?" ask the quiet cannon.

Clinton tried to smile politely. Indeed dealing with polite women makes us become reluctant ourselves.

"Hehehe, that's it, Mer. I couldn't calm down when I was waiting for you to come home" Clinton said.

"How, Mas? Cannons go to Clara's room for a second?" ask the husband to ask permission.

Hans himself who had finished cleaning and changing clothes finally caught up with them. Sitting across from Clinton, of course with an annoying mimic. For Hans, Clinton's arrival was a disaster that often made him high blood because the good times with the Cannon so disturbed.

Just like when Clinton called to join the honeymoon to Korea, her relationship with Cannon so absolutely can not calm down anymore. Pity it! However, because his wife looked very calm dealing with Clinton, Hans so had no room to rampage with Clinton. Shame dong, kalo his wife is good but her husband is depraved.

So, face slurred, Hans allowed. "As far as you are, dear. If you want, I can't afford to stay out. After all, what you do is also good," said Hans sage.

Actually, Clinton really wanted to shake off her best friend's head for being so pretentious. Fortunately, Clinton felt helped.

"Well, that's dong. Only then was Hans handsome, both nan sholeh." praise Clinton only because there was a desire.

"Sister Clara? How's brother doing? What does your sister feel?" ask Cannon.

There, Cannon issued various core medical devices such as stethoscopes, tensimeters and flashlights. Clinton could have guessed that the Cannon was preparing to begin the inspection.

Clara just stared lethargicly at the Cannon. "Come on, Doctor Cannon. My body still feels weak. The doctor's medicine honestly has less effect on me."

After that, Caniam began to focus on checking every part of a certain part of Clara's body. Cannon begins to diagnose Clara's condition based on what's going on.

"Sister, there are actually two high possibilities regarding the condition of brother. One, because sister Clara is too exhausted or second, because sister is pregnant. But I myself have not dared to make sure because it is not the realm of health that I am in, Kak. Moreover, my sister admitted that the drug from me was not very influential, so I recommend to see an obstetrician" explained Meriam.

Clara also seemed no less worried. There was a sad look in his eyes as well. "Hmmm. I don't know, Doc. I think so too. But, I'm not one hundred percent sure until now because Mas Clinton won't let me be examined by Doctor Gabriel."

Hearing Clara's husband's confession that seemed only encouraged by the annoyance and prestige made Caniam feel sorry for Clara. In fact, the health of his wife is not much more important than the sense of prestige?

As a result, Caniam turned to Clinton and said, "Sister, if Cannon can give advice, please do not involve personal emotions this time. Clara needs immediate treatment from her experts. So, you better call Gabriel sir."

Clinton looks rather sorry. But still the man still had time to chuckle like a fool.

"Hehehe, Sorry, Mer. But I can't agree yet. Tomorrow I'll go to Jakarta, Clara I'll check."

Given their plans to go home soon and end the holiday, the Cannon could only agree. Sometimes, the male ego can not be dammed for certain reasons. Her husband is too.

"alright. In the meantime, Brother Clara please be more patient yes," said Meriam calming.

Clara nodded gently, Yes, Doctor Cannon. Thank you." Thank you."

Now, after Cannon seemed to have finished tidying up the medical device he was carrying, Hans spoke first. The man was of course rampaging. After all, there's no day without Hans tantrums in Clinton's brain.

"It's over, right? I want to stay steady tonight with my wife as much as possible. So, if you disturb me, I chop you up!'' hans Hardik.

Clinton could only chuckle while being annoyed. "Ye, support me. Mentang pertang isti you healthy walafiat, main hajar muluk. Long time I chopped your own," Clinton replied pretending to be upset.

"Currently, what the hell? Udah ah, talking to crazy people like you are prone to stress. Come on, honey, let's go now," asked Hans unceremoniously.

Unfortunately, the cannon refrained. "Eh, uh, just a second, Mas. The cannon farewell first." afterwards, The cannon turned to Clinton, Brother, we say yes. Assalamualaikum,"

"Walaikumsalam" Clinton said.

Clinton immediately drove the two men to the front door. After the two men said goodbye, left Clinton went into the room with a more relaxed face.