Chapter 238 Olivia's Accident
James brushed off Addison, jumped into the car, and told Samuel to take him back to the clinic.
On the way, he shot a text to Scott about his thoughts on the murder weapon, then shut his eyes for a quick rest.
Back at Bright Heart Hall Clinic, James noticed a surge in patients, with folks crowding the entrance.
Mia was doing odd jobs, Nathaniel was manning the cash register, Jared was handing out number cards, Stephen was prepping medicine, and Troy was keeping order. Everything was running like clockwork.
James's clinic had turned into a popular hangout. Stephen and the crew dropped by almost every day to lend a hand.
Even Sebastian was a regular now.
For a while, James's clinic became the go-to spot for Rosewood City's wealthy second generation.
James joked that they were all volunteers; otherwise, the daily consultation fees wouldn't cover their wages. After greeting everyone, he got to work seeing patients.
For the next three days, James saw fifty to sixty patients each day, leaving him wiped out.
He decided to start a numbered system next week, treating only fifty people a day to avoid burning out himself and Daniel.
Meanwhile, Michelle whipped up different foods daily to reward James and kept pushing him to date Olivia.
To dodge Michelle's daily nagging, James didn't rush back to the backyard after closing the clinic at dusk. Instead, he bought some stuff and headed to JZL Medical Clinic.
He wanted to check on the boy in gray.
James quietly slipped in through the back door and gently pushed it open.
His eyes hadn't adjusted to the dim room when a short sword was suddenly at his throat.
It was quick.
James dodged the blade.
But before he could steady himself, the sword was at his forehead; he tilted his head, but the tip quickly aimed at his heart.
James had to block the strike with his right hand, sword in hand.
"It's me."
Before the boy could strike again, James sighed and stopped the bout.
He felt the boy in gray was more skilled.
Since practicing martial arts, James felt pressure for the first time. The boy's three strikes were as deadly as his "Ten Steps to Kill."
If he didn't draw his sword, he might get hurt.
As James spoke, the lights came on, the sharpness disappeared, and the killing intent faded.
James saw the boy in gray take two steps back, sheathing the sword into his sleeve.
The boy looked healthier but still cold and distant.
But when he saw James, his eyes softened.
James smiled. "I left you some dry food yesterday. Today, I brought you some hot food. Eat it while it's warm."
He put down a thermos, opened it, revealing hot porridge, two sandwiches, two eggs, and a meat patty.
Simple but nutritious.
The boy in gray said softly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Eat while it's hot," James said with a smile. "I'll change your dressing."
The boy in gray repeated, "Thank you."
James handed him a sandwich, then grabbed some anti-inflammatory meds and gauze to treat his wounds.
The injuries were still pretty bad and wouldn't heal quickly. James injected three white lights into the boy.
Soon enough, the boy's internal injuries healed, his external wounds started closing up, and even the bullet wounds stopped bleeding.
The boy felt the changes in his body, showing rare surprise, and trusted James even more.
Thinking about the boy's condition, James sighed, "I wonder who did this to you."
He believed that without his help, the boy would've been dead within half an hour last night. The enemy's ruthlessness was clear.
Grateful for James's help, the boy in gray was ready to spill everything. "I heard a secret..."
"Stop, don't tell me the secret," James quickly interrupted. The boy was hunted for hearing a secret; if he knew, he'd be in danger too. Better not to know.
The boy fell silent and scarfed down the sandwich, finishing both in no time.
James changed the subject. "What's your name?"
"Francis Peterson," the boy replied without hesitation.
"My name's James. I'm a doctor, and this clinic is mine. It opens next month."
James smiled. "You've got great skills, fast speed, and impressive knife techniques."
"I use a sword," Francis corrected seriously, "and I only know three moves."
James was taken aback, then smiled. He could see Francis was straightforward. If you were good to him, he'd be completely open with you.
He had many questions but didn't want to pry into Francis's privacy.
"You're already very strong," James said, finishing the bandaging. He then took out two sets of clothes, a hat, and a mask.
"Your clothes are torn and bloody.which would attract attention. I bought you these to help you blend in."
James also handed him three hundred dollars and a phone.
"Take this money and phone too."
Francis looked at James and asked, "Should I leave?"
"No, no," James waved his hand. "I'm not asking you to leave, just to be prepared in case something happens."
He originally hoped Francis would leave soon, but seeing how straightforward he was, James couldn't bear to drive him away.
Francis nodded. "Thank you. Those who tried to kill me are all dead. If more come, I'll kill them too!"
James was stunned, then smiled. Francis was telling him that all the pursuers were dead, and if more came, he'd handle them.
'Why is Francis telling me this? I don't want to know,' James thought.
James let out a long breath, feeling relieved. He no longer had to worry about his and the clinic's safety.
"From now on, my life is yours," Francis said, looking at James with bright eyes. "If I'm here, you're here; if I'm not, you're still here."
Simple and direct, just like him—sincere, straightforward, yet powerful.
'Is he planning to follow me?' James thought, slightly taken aback.
James was about to say something when his phone rang.
Michelle's anxious voice came through. "James, something's wrong. Olivia is in trouble."
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