The call was from her colleague, Bryan willow. They had graduated from the same medical school, and had gone abroad for further studies. Now, he was quite renowned back home.
Bryan had always looked out for her, so they were good friends. "What's up? Tell me," she responded promptly. "I have a patient, but I have an emergency and can't make it. Can you go for me?" Scarlett glanced at the time. She didn't have any clinic appointments today. She had time in the morning, so she agreed, "Sure." "The address is Madonna villa, Area A, Unit 306. Just tell the guard you're looking for Mr. Christopher, and they'll notify him." "Got it." "And Scarlett, don't mention this to anyone, and don't ask too many questions. Just focus on doing your job and leave quickly," Bryan instructed. "I understand." After hanging up, Scarlett got into her car and headed to the location. The place was a high-end residential area with top-notch security and privacy. At the gate, the guard stopped her. She mentioned she was there to see Mr. Christopher, and the guard made a call to confirm. After getting approval, he let her in. She found Unit 306 and rang the doorbell. The door opened quickly.christopher who was expecting Bryan, frowned upon seeing her. "You are…?" Sensing from Bryan's words that this patient valued his privacy, Scarlett didn't want to cause any trouble, so she wore a mask. "I was sent by Dr. willow ." Christopher glanced at the medical kit she was carrying. "Do you know what to do?" "Yes, Dr. willow explained everything. I won't say a word." Christopher thought to himself that Gabriel wouldn't send just anyone, so he let her in. He led Scarlett through the spacious living room and up to the second floor, heading towards a bedroom. The room was dark. She said, "How am I supposed to treat anyone in the dark do I have special eyes?" Wayne, hearing a woman's voice, pulled a discarded jacket over his face and said coldly, "Turn on the light." Christopher flipped the switch, and the room was instantly illuminated. Scarlett felt a sense of familiarity with the voice but didn't dwell on it. She saw the man lying on the bed; the bloodstains on his white shirt had dried, turning a dark red. She didn't scrutinize him further; she was there to treat his wounds. It was clear the man didn't want his identity known, and she knew better than to pry on such matter especially not after been warned by Bryan. She placed the medical kit on the table and opened it, taking out medical scissors to cut away the fabric around the injury. Soon, she saw the wound, which had been roughly bandaged with gauze. She cut away the gauze to reveal two gun shot wounds on his right side. She set the scissors aside and began cleaning the wounds like a professional. With calm and swift movements, she asked, "Are you allergic to anesthesia?" After examining the wound, she concluded that it wasn't deep and hadn't damaged any internal structures, but it still required stitches. This meant local anesthesia was necessary. Her voice was so composed, a stark contrast to the panic she had show the previous night. So, even as Wayne listened to her, he didn't detect anything unusual. Confident in her medical skills, he responded cooly, "No allergies." Scarlett prepared the anesthetic and injected it around the area that needed stitching. it seemed the bullet had already been removed locally. Two minutes later, as the anesthesia took effect, she began the suturing process. An hour later, the procedure was complete. It was impressively quick. Her hands were stained with blood. "I need to wash my hands ." "There's a bathroom downstairs. Go ahead," Christopher said. She walked out. Once she was downstairs, Christopher closed the door and approached Wayne. "We've found out. The people last night were sent by your Rival Lockwood . It seems s he went berserk after you removed all his spies from the company and tried to kill you." Wayne sat up on the edge of the bed, his clothes disheveled and looking quite battered. Yet, despite his seemingly weakened state, he exuded an astonishingly sharp aura. He lifted his gaze, his eyes dark and deep like a bottomless pit. "Does this have anything to do with that woman who came in?" Christopher paused for a moment and then whispered, "Yes, I found out she had contact with Daniel. It's quite suspicious. Daniel specifically asked for you to marry her, not Damian. It's clear she's been up to something." "She's given me so many big 'gifts' one after another. If I don't return the favor, it would seem like I don't understand the concept of reciprocity." He had just gone abroad for some business, and people had taken advantage of his absence to stir up so much trouble. His expression was indifferent, but the. chilling coldness in his eyes was unmistakable. "I heard Damian is running an undergroun club called 'The awakening' ." Christopher immediately understood. "They no longer have a place in the company, so they're relying on the income from that club. If we take it down, their future will be bleak." "I don't want any deals with illegal businesses just make researches and do whatever you must," Wayne said softly. As Christopher walked downstairs, he saw Scarlett about to come up. Christopher knew Bryan must have given her strict instructions, both as a reminder and a warning. "If today's events get out, you'll regret it deeply." If the news of Wayne getting shot on his wedding night gets out or reached reached Daniel and Damian, they would definitely seize the opportunity to cause more trouble. "I dare not ," Scarlett said, her head lowered. "I'll just take the first aid kit and leave." When she went upstairs, she saw the man with his back to the door. His blood-stained shirt had been removed, revealing a lean, broad back. His waist was narrow, without any excess fat, connecting seamlessly to his firm, well-defined hips. His physique was balanced and upright, exuding a subtle sense of strength. "Not leaving yet you seem to want to stare?" The man didn't turn around, but he seemed to sense her gaze. His voice was lazy, tinged with a hint of mockery. Scarlett quickly lowered her head shyly, realizing she had been staring.She lowered her eyes as she walked over to pack up the medical kit, not forgetting her duties as a doctor. "The wound shouldn't get wet for now. Disinfect it once a day, and try to wear loose clothing to avoid irritating the wound." She placed the medications down. "This one is for oral use, and this one is for external application." Wayne didn't turn around, merely responding with a faint "Hmm." Scarlett didn't say much more either.picked up her medical kit and walked out. She entered her car and drove back to the hospital, and it was almost eleven o'clock by the time she arrived. She grabbed a bite to eat at the hospital cafeteria. Just as she returned to her department, the director called her into his office. "I've decided to send Belinda Carl to the training at the Second District Hospital," the director said, his expression serious, as if he had something difficult to say. Scarlett was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Wasn't I supposed to go?" "You know, all
Bryan came here looking for Scarlett , hitching a ride with wayne. When Belinda approached them, Bryan opened the car door and got out, saying, "I'm heading off." After he left, Belinda got into the car and sat across from Wayne, feeling a bit uneasy. She realized that wayne might have mistaken her for someone else. However, she also recognized the benefits of being close to him. The dean had always admired Scarlett, and suddenly, the opportunity to intern at the Second District Hospital was given to her, all because of wayne. Belinda decided to seize this man. Such a good thing, such an opportunity, was rare. She felt that fate was favoring her, and she had to grab it. "I won't lose this opportunity never," she said in her mind, lifting her gaze. Wayne seemed surprised that she had made a decision so quickly. He shifted slightly, appearing casual but actually curious about her answer. "I don't want anything." For him to promise marriage, there must have been a s
"Miss Norman? I'm President Gray's assistant. He requests your presence. Please come with me." Upon seeing Christopher, Scarlett was momentarily stunned. She quickly lowered her gaze to hide the fact that she recognized him. The last time she had treated someone for an injury on behalf of Bryan, it was this man who had opened the door. So, he was Gray's assistant? And the injured person was wayne? "Miss Norman, please." Christopher's tone grew firmer when he saw she wasn't moving. Scarlett gathered her thoughts and replied, "I have to work." It was a clear refusal. She had no desire to see that man. "Miss Norman, think carefully. Given your current situation, if you upset President Gray, losing your job would be the least of your worries. It could ruin your entire career as a doctor." The threat was obvious. Scarlett clenched her fists tightly. Her father only provided for the surgery costs; her mother's treatment and care expenses were all covered by her salary. She
Hadn't he thrown her to that sleazy guy? Why did he show up again? To laugh at her? Ha! "Wayne Gray?" She pointed at the man exuding a menacing aura. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but her courage had swelled, and fear was a foreign concept to her at that moment. "You—you’re such a jerk!" Wayne's face darkened instantly. Christopher and Mrs. Robert kept their heads down, not daring to breathe loudly. Scarlett staggered her way over, grabbing Wayne's tie and yanking him toward her. "Do you think I actually wanted to marry you? Do you think you're some kind of god?" The overwhelming smell of alcohol made wayne frown continuously, a hint of anger flickering in his eyes. He swiftly grabbed her wrist. "I think you've lost your mind." What kind of woman would follow any man? He wanted her to back off, but she was as stubborn as a mule, refusing to let go. When Scarlett followed jeff, he regretted it. This woman, no matter what, was his wife in name. The thought of her being
"Not seeing anyone," Wayne said as he pushed open the office door. "Get me a cup of coffee." With that, he walked towards his desk. "President Ortiz said if you don't see him, he won't leave today." Wayne glanced back at his secretary. The secretary immediately lowered her head. "Bring him in," he said as he sat down and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Soon, the secretary came in with a cup of coffee, followed by jeff. jeff wore a face full of resentment as he started questioning, "That woman, where did you find her?" Wayne picked up his coffee and gestured for the secretary to leave. Only then did he look up at jeff. "Look at what she did to me!" jeff pointed at his neck, where a visible scar lay, and his wrist was wrapped in bandages. "She nearly severed my tendons." Wayne's gaze briefly lingered on jeff's injuries, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. Feigning ignorance, he asked, "How did it happen?" jeff, still shaken, replied, "That woman had a knife! Her
"Not seeing anyone," Wayne said as he pushed open the office door. "Get me a cup of coffee." With that, he walked towards his desk. "President Ortiz said if you don't see him, he won't leave today." Wayne glanced back at his secretary. The secretary immediately lowered her head. "Bring him in," he said as he sat down and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Soon, the secretary came in with a cup of coffee, followed by jeff. jeff wore a face full of resentment as he started questioning, "That woman, where did you find her?" Wayne picked up his coffee and gestured for the secretary to leave. Only then did he look up at jeff. "Look at what she did to me!" jeff pointed at his neck, where a visible scar lay, and his wrist was wrapped in bandages. "She nearly severed my tendons." Wayne's gaze briefly lingered on jeff's injuries, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. Feigning ignorance, he asked, "How did it happen?" jeff, still shaken, replied, "That woman had a knife! Her
Everyone was puzzled. How could it be such a coincidence? Both of them had something urgent? Belinda also sensed something was off. If she had misheard earlier, what about now? Her eyes darted back and forth between Wayne and Scarlett, trying to figure out what was going on. "Dr. Norman, what urgent matter do you have?" she asked cautiously. Scarlett wanted to blurt out that she was wayne's wife and let him explain everything to Belinda. But in reality, she didn't dare. She couldn't afford to offend this man. Having already lost the chance to work at the Second District Hospital, she couldn't risk losing her job here as well. So, she shrank back like a quail, "My grandpa called me back for something urgent. I couldn't refuse. I didn't expect President Gray to have something urgent too. What a coincidence, haha—" She forced out a laugh. She hoped to muddle through, but Wayne had to stir the pot. "Coincidentally, my grandpa called me too. Where does your grandpa live?
A sudden noise startled Scarlett. As she turned around, she accidentally knocked over a box, which fell to the ground with a loud clang! Shane glared at her, his immense anger making his expression terrifying. She hurriedly tried to explain, "I... I didn't mean to..." As she spoke, she crouched down to pick up the box. Just as her fingers were about to touch it, her wrist was grabbed with such force that it felt like her bones might shatter. Pain! It felt like her hand was about to break and cold sweat broke out from the intense pain. Wayne's eyes were bloodshot with rage. "Get your filthy hands off it!" With that, he violently shoved her away.scarllet was caught off guard and fell backward, hitting her head on the corner of a cabinet. The sharp pain left her momentarily numb, her head buzzing. She could feel warm liquid trickling down and reached back to touch her neck, feeling something sticky. No surprise, it was blood, but not much. She lifted her eyes, peering through a