Chapter 3

The call was from her colleague, Bryan Willow. They had graduated from the same medical school and 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, so she agreed. "Sure."

"The address is Madonna Villa, Area A, Unit 306. Just tell the guard you’re there to see 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 receiving 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 wore a mask to avoid causing any trouble.

"I was sent by Dr. Willow," she replied.

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 assumed that Bryan wouldn’t send just anyone, so he let her in. He led Scarlett through the spacious living room and up to the second floor, guiding her toward 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; bloodstains on his white shirt had dried, turning a dark red. She didn’t scrutinize him further; she was here to treat his wounds.

It was clear he didn’t want his identity known, and she knew better than to pry, especially after Bryan’s warning.

She placed the medical kit on the table and took out medical scissors to cut away the fabric around the injury. Soon, she saw the wound, roughly bandaged with gauze. She cut it away to reveal two gunshot wounds on his right side.

Setting the scissors aside, she 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 it wasn’t deep and hadn’t damaged any internal structures, though it would still require stitches, meaning local anesthesia was necessary.

Her voice was so composed—a stark contrast to her panic the previous night. Even as Wayne listened to her, he didn’t detect anything unusual. Confident in her medical skills, he responded coldly, "No allergies."

Scarlett prepared the anesthetic and injected it around the area that needed stitching. It seemed the bullet had already been removed.

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 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 his appearance battered, yet he exuded an astonishingly sharp aura despite his weakened state.

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 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 underground club called 'The Awakening'."

Christopher immediately understood. "They no longer have a place in the company, so they’re relying on income from that club. If we take it down, their future will be bleak."

"I don’t want any deals with illegal businesses; just research 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 news of Wayne getting shot on his wedding night leaked or reached Daniel and Damian, they would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to cause more trouble.

"I wouldn’t dare," Scarlett replied, 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.