His Vengeful Touch

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"Stop it! You're not even a real doctor! I can sue you for what you are doing!" The woman said to him firmly.

He tilted his head to look at the woman in front of him. Everything that happened that day immediately registered in his head the moment he saw the woman's eyes. The ambition she had long carried and hoped for was still there, but he also knew someone else was facing him now.

"Just... stop it." The woman continued and tried to stop him from what he was doing.

He just smirked at her and continued, not minding her and the people around them. This woman needs help, otherwise, she will die, he thought himself.

"I used to be a doctor then. Do you know why I didn't continue?" He lazily asked the woman while still focusing his attention on what was being done to the woman lying in front of him.

"I don't care what you say! Stop touching my daughter, Javier."

He quickly turned his gaze to the woman because of what she had said. His anger intensified when he heard those words, but his expression remained hard.

"Ah... she's your daughter? How come, Amelia?" He bravely asked her even though he already knew the answer to those questions.

He saw how she averted her gaze from him. But instead of paying attention to what the woman he called Amelia was going to say, he turned back to the woman lying down who was almost a shade of paper. It did not seem to know her condition and she agreed to travel while her lungs were watery. Women are really different today.

When Javier finished what he had done, he immediately left there and returned to his seat. He was immediately greeted by his friend Marco's question when he sat down, so he almost hit him.

"That was Amelia, right? Did I mention it to you? She's indeed rumored to be the mistress of a rich businessman, Apollo Aragon. That woman's dream is really big, huh." Javier heard before he put the earphone to his ear.

He shut his eyes closed. He tried to get rid of all the anger and hatred he felt now, but he failed. He didn't even think that he would meet her after so many years and in this situation.

Javier almost mentioned every curse he know in his mind when he remembered everything again. How his dream suddenly sank just because of a situation that should not have happened. That he shouldn't have wanted to happen yet.

You're still breathtakingly beautiful, Amelia. You have changed nothing. I can't remember when I last saw you... when I last saw your eyes still full of love.

Fuck love—the most crucial thing in this world. I can't even think of it the same way as before, he thought.

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Six years ago***

"I don't know them, Javier. I'm second in the top now and they can't accept that." He heard her complain in the other line.

He was just shaken by what he heard. "Do you think I don't know you? You're causing trouble again, my love." He teased the woman.

He heard the smirk of his beloved on the other line, so he was even more shaken.

"You know me very well. Anyway, I'll see you later after my class. Bye!" She said goodbye to him before the call was ended.

He stared at his phone for a moment where there was a picture of the first woman he loved. He smiled when he saw her lively smile again.

"Adan Javier!"

Adan looked around quickly when someone called his name. He just scratched his head so hard when he saw their supervisor who seemed to be out of the mood again.

"What are you doing? Get moving." He ordered him which he immediately obeyed.

He hurried to march closer to his fellow medical students. Just the other day, they were just a few in training but now they seem to be increasing in number.

Along with the noises coming from the various rooms, they pass inside the hospital, and the nurses and patients can also be seen as busy. He just shrugged and took the notes to go over what was written there again.

"Eleazar Alcaraz, 79 years old. He was admitted for hypertension. There's paralysis in his left arm and leg. He seems to have UTI. We plan to do a renal function test and urine analysis."

He looked at the speaker and there he saw the assistant surgeon of their head. He hurried to take down the notes while staring at the patient who could barely move in his bed.

"The test won't hurt you, so you don't have to worry." That's all their head said and headed to the next patient.

He even saw him glance at him for a moment before finally walking away, so the young man just bowed. This old man's blood was always warm to him and he didn't know the reason. There are times he's not even happy with its appearance anymore.

When the next patient arrived, Adan could only hear the whispers of the head and his assistant. He just watched them. To his knowledge, this is training. But they seem to have no intention of asking their students.

After a minute, everyone was on their way to the next room. Adan quickly raised his hand in the middle of the walk.

"Dr. De Silva!"

Everyone stopped walking and looked at him. Even the head surgeon quickly turned to him, so he kept his expression.

"Why don't you ask us anything?" He couldn't help but ask. "Do you even know we're standing behind you?" The young man added.

Dr. De Silva's gaze deepened on him in astonishment.

"This is the last day of our observation of the surgery. Other doctors ask questions and make us do case reports. Why don't you ask us anything?" Adan's continuation because his curiosity is really killing him.

That was his only reason but the head surgeon seemed to have a different understanding of what he said.

The doctor's gaze deepened on Adan. It seems to be judging the young man's whole personality. After a while, he sighed wearily and did not take his eyes off him.

"Are you a doctor?" This question to him surprised him.

"Not yet," he replied simply. He smirked slightly thinking that everything was fine.

"I'm sure you feel like one since you're wearing a gown and carrying medical books. It must feel good when people call you a doctor. Maybe you thought this round will end immediately today because I am not asking anything," he told him coldly.

Adan's forehead furrowed. He just kept his gaze on him because he seemed to want to say something more.

"But what? What questions do you want me to ask you? If I ask you, will you understand—"

"Are you saying you won't give us a chance?" He interrupted what the head surgeon had to say. He noticed the shock in the eyes of the others present.

Dr. De Silva's expression hardened even more as he looked at him.

"Why should I waste time on hearing useless answers?" He asked more, so Adan just laughed.

Even though he couldn't understand where his temper was coming from, he already knew it very well. It had been teaching them for a long time, so he had memorized it and how he thinks. So, now that he had the opportunity to break the arrogant doctor, for the reason, that this is the last day they would meet, he didn't waste it anymore.

"But—"

Adan couldn't finish what he was going to say when they all heard the crash. When he looked at it, there he saw a young boy going crazy while the nurses were giving him first aid.

Everyone immediately approached there to see what was happening.

"I want to go home!" The child cried.

"What's going on here?" Dr. De Silva asked the nurse. Adan remained looking at the kid.

"Let me go home!"

"Doc, he removed his IV and wants to leave—!"

"Do you have his chart?"

Adan strained to see the child's condition. He couldn't see it properly because he was behind everyone. The boy was still crying.

"Steven Ramirez, 11 years old. He collapsed at home last night and had a seizure," he heard the old doctor's assistant say.

"What was the diagnosis?"

"No abnormalities in the CT or MRI."

"Where is the family?"

"His older brother is on his way here, doc. According to the guardian, the child is really quiet and always alone," the assistant doctor continued.

"The student who complained that I didn't ask questions."

Adan was shocked when he heard that. After a while, everyone turned to him at once. He looked at them curiously.

"Y-yes?"

"What do you think his illness is?" The old doctor asked him a challenging question.

He scratched his head so hard that he could not understand what it was saying.

"What is it, doc?"

"Don't you want a question? You have two hours for this case," he told him seriously and left the room.

He was about to speak but everyone quickly left in front of him. Adan's mind wandered when he turned his gaze to the sleeping child.

This is your last day here, Javier. Be patient more. Even though I really want to punch that old man!