Dr. David was stunned, his mind numb, not even feeling the pain, just a foggy confusion as his thoughts froze in that moment.
Scarlett grabbed the hem of his long doctor's coat and yanked it up, wrapping his head tightly in the white fabric.
"Bang!"
The ashtray smashed against the back of his head, now covered by the doctor's coat, once again.
"You think you can have me? With what you are!" Scarlett's gaze was fierce, her beauty adding a different flavor to her ferocity: "Why am I so unlucky! I'm only 34! I want love too! I want to live a wealthy life! Why do I have to deal with two burdens, why do I always meet trash like you?"
Scarlett fiercely clutched the doctor's coat, covering his head, as the ashtray repeatedly struck the white fabric.
Soon, blood began to stain the white coat, turning it red, the stain spreading slowly.
Dr. David's struggles grew weaker.
"I have to work every day this year! I have to take care of patients! Why did he have to come to me! Why couldn't he just stay in his hometown and leave me alone?! My life was just getting back on track! I had just filled out my profile on a dating site!"
Scarlett vented all her anger, the ashtray in her hand hitting repeatedly, the clear glass ashtray gradually smeared with red liquid, the doctor's coat heavily stained with blood. Dr. David's legs twitched twice before he stopped moving altogether.
"Whew...whew..."
She exhaled deeply, lifting the coat to reveal Dr. David's hair matted with blood, half his face gruesomely covered in fresh blood.
Scarlett casually picked up a water cup nearby and poured it over his face.
"Ah?!!" Dr. David screamed in agony, waking from his unconscious state, seeing Scarlett before him, and the sight of this seductive beauty no longer held any allure. He screamed in pain, retreating, his body uncontrollably sitting on the floor, then a wave of dizziness hit him.
He immediately knew it was a concussion.
"Come, let's talk properly," Scarlett said as she pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing her legs, her gaze cold, looking down at the doctor on the floor.
Dr. David quickly felt his head wound, combining the bleeding with his medical knowledge, he made a preliminary assessment of his injuries.
They were superficial wounds; the doctor's uniform had cushioned the blows, and she had avoided hitting vital areas repeatedly.
So, although it looked dire, it wasn't life-threatening.
This woman knew what she was doing.
"You...you're insane!"
Dr. David's voice was high-pitched, but seeing Scarlett's icy stare, his voice uncontrollably lowered.
"Hmph." Scarlett snorted coldly, pulling out her phone and playing a recording of their earlier conversation.
Dr. David's first reaction was to stand and snatch the phone, but his legs wouldn't cooperate, still affected by the concussion.
"Dr. David, you wouldn't want this recording to get out, would you?" Scarlett's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Threatening a patient's family, using your position for personal gain, if this gets out, I can only imagine what would happen."
"What...what do you want!" Dr. David knew he was trapped, his fists clenched.
"I don't like the look on your face right now," Scarlett stared at him.
Dr. David struggled with his expression: "I'm sorry, I spoke too loudly, please don't release the recording, I'll do everything I can to meet your demands."
He planned to stabilize the situation with this woman first, then figure out a way out.
"Don't worry, I won't ask for too much," Scarlett stared into his eyes. "You mentioned a special observation spot earlier, and your utmost efforts to treat him."
"This..." Dr. David hesitated, then said, "You know, he doesn't have long to live, it's not that I don't want to save him."
"As long as you do your best to treat him, I won't blame you for the outcome, and I'll destroy this recording," Scarlett stared at him. "I won't continue to blackmail you, it's better for both of us, isn't it?"
Dr. David's expression fluctuated, if possible, he didn't want to provoke this woman any further: "Okay."
"If I find out that Ethan has suffered any mistreatment in the hospital," Scarlett slowly put away her phone, "you should know the consequences."
Now that Ethan's life was counting down, she didn't want to keep troubling him in his last moments.
Having leverage, he would likely treat Ethan more diligently than other doctors.
There was no rush for revenge.
"Rest assured, I'll give him the best medical care," Dr. David also promised, as Ethan had research value.
Even with his best care, he wouldn't live much longer.
If this woman kept her word, that was best; if not, he would act accordingly when the time came.
...
In the hospital room.
Ethan looked at the white ceiling, gradually adapting to his current state, only able to move his eyes, then just that small part of his muscles, trying his best to stay active.
"What to do?!"
Ethan was truly panicked as he looked at the system task.
"Dying Wish: I really want to touch my aunt's sheer black stockings!Task Reward Points: 1000."
Just by completing this task, he could earn 1000 points.
And his system panel was:
"Name: Ethan Jones"
"Age: 18"
"Strength: 1"
"Stamina: 1"
"Agility: 0"
So he just needed to add 1 point to agility to at least have basic mobility.
Getting healthy was simple, just complete the system-generated dying wish, earn points, and add attribute points.
But now, paralyzed and only able to move his eyes, how could he express his desire to touch Auntie's black silk legs?
Just then, the door to the room was pushed open.
Blair's tall figure appeared at the door, followed by a schoolgirl in uniform, her black silk legs long and straight, her face wearing a gentle smile, her actions dignified and polite, clearly well-raised.
Ethan recognized the girl, Emily, a classmate from Ethan's school and also the school beauty, reportedly from a well-off family.
The two entered and stared blankly at Ethan, who lay immobile on the hospital bed.