Chapter 234 Did You Call Mom and Dad Too?
James had already jumped back a few feet, using the stick to block the attack and dodge the fierce strike.
Before he could catch his breath, a white light shot towards his chest like a flame.
It was too fast, making James break into a cold sweat. For the first time since he started martial arts, he felt outmatched by speed.
He tried his best to counter the thrust but still felt a huge sense of danger. He blocked with the half-broken stick and sprang away.
The stick broke again.
James wanted to dodge, but he felt a cold touch on his throat, making his eyelids twitch. He knew it was a sharp weapon.
Just as he was about to counterattack, he heard a thud. The black shadow fell, and the white light vanished.
The room went quiet, but the bloody smell lingered.
James stayed alert for three minutes before turning on the light. He was shocked.
A young boy in gray lay on the ground, curled up, covered in blood, and unconscious. He had at least twenty wounds and looked poisoned.
The boy, younger than James, seemed about eighteen. He wasn't particularly handsome but had a delicate, stubborn look. He gripped a half-broken short sword tightly.
James was shocked. Despite his injuries, the boy had shattered the stick and almost hurt him. If he were in peak condition with a real sword, how powerful would he be?
James couldn't imagine. There really were combat geniuses out there.
"Hey, buddy, wake up!" James said, supporting the boy. "Wake up."
The boy didn't move, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
Unable to wake him, James took out his phone to call an ambulance but stopped. He didn't know who the boy was or what had happened, but he could see he was on the brink of life and death.
With so many wounds, including gunshot wounds, it was clear the boy was being hunted. Hiding here might let him live a few more days, but going to the hospital would likely mean certain death.
Seeing his young age and innocent face, James couldn't let him take that risk.
"Looks like I have to take a gamble," James said, placing the boy on a small bed. "I hope he's a good person."
James treated his wounds and used silver needles for further treatment.
Half an hour later, James collapsed into a chair, exhausted. But seeing the boy's condition improve, he felt it was worth it.
After resting, James bought daily necessities and brewed a large pot of medicine, pouring a bowl into the boy's mouth.
The boy in gray coughed and slowly opened his eyes, glancing at James with a cold aura.
The boy tried to get up, instinctively reaching for his short sword.
"Don't move," James said, pressing his shoulder. "I just treated your wounds, cleared the toxins, and bandaged you up. If you move, it could all be ruined. I'm not a bad person, and I don't know you, but meeting you is fate. I won't harm you. No one will come to this clinic for the next three days, so rest up. If you're hungry, there's food and water by your bedside, along with a pot of freshly brewed medicine. Takeit three times a day for three days. When you feel better and safe, leave quietly through the back door."
James finished up and left without even asking the boy's name. He saved him out of kindness and didn't want to get tangled up in whatever mess the kid was in, especially since he was clearly being hunted.
Seeing James leave, the boy in gray was stunned. He looked at his wounds, his cold face softening a bit. After a long time, he murmured, "Thank you."
After leaving JZL Medical Clinic, James carefully closed the door and reactivated the surveillance at the entrance to keep an eye on things.
He walked around the street to shake off the smell of disinfectant and blood, then headed back to Bright Heart Hall Clinic with his hands behind his back.
"Mom, why are you cooking?" James asked as soon as he entered the living area and saw Michelle busy in the kitchen. "Aren't you supposed to be taking care of Dad?"
"Your dad's condition is stable; he doesn't need much care," Michelle smiled while cooking. "I can't help much with the clinic, so I took the time to cook for everyone."
There were quite a few people living in the clinic: Randy, Bradley, Mia, Virgil, Samuel, James, and Michelle. Occasionally, Kelsey would also stay for a few days, so cooking was a big task.
"With so many people, why cook? Just order takeout," James complained. "Your health isn't great; don't wear yourself out."
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Now that you're back, wash your hands and eat," Michelle called from the kitchen. "If we don't eat soon, my daughter-in-law will starve."
"Daughter-in-law?" James was stunned.
"Mom, just call me Olivia," a tall, graceful figure walked out of the dining room, holding a plate of scrambled eggs. "You don't have to be so formal with me. By the way, Dad's medicine has cooled down; should I give it to him now?"
Olivia was wearing a black spaghetti strap dress with a black shawl, her long legs looking very attractive.
Michelle replied, "No need, let him drink it after dinner."
Calling them Dad and Mom already? James was dumbfounded. He pulled Olivia aside and whispered, "Olivia, what are you doing?"
Thinking of Mary from Peach Blossom Villa No. 1, James felt a headache.
"I'm here to visit Dad and chat with Mom," Olivia said, popping a piece of egg into her mouth. "And to taste Mom's cooking. I have to say, it's better than a chef's."
She turned to the kitchen and sweetly called out, "Mom, can I come back often for meals?"
"Of course, you can come back every day," Michelle was very pleased with Olivia. "With you here, this place feels like home."
James looked at Olivia and asked, "Who told you to call them Dad and Mom?"
Olivia raised her voice and called to the kitchen, "Mom, James wants me to call you Aunt Michelle."
"Aunt Michelle, huh," Michelle came out holding a stick.
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