Chapter 297 Losing Temper at Jennifer
Over the next week, James focused solely on his recovery, pushing all other thoughts aside. It had been a month and a half since the explosion, and his progress was nothing short of remarkable. With his seal finally unlocked, his energy sea expanded rapidly, and Arianwen's assistance in clearing his meridians accelerated the healing process even further. In addition to the injuries on his chest and limb, his physical condition had almost entirely recovered, revealing no indications of complications. The rate of his recovery was astonishing to the burn unit physicians, a level of rapidity unparalleled in their professional experience.
Even seasoned physicians like Edwin were amazed, whispering about miracles and medical marvels.
Only James knew that his recovery was, in fact, slower than usual. If not for the emotional upheaval caused by Jennifer's presence, he would have healed even faster.
He was now able to move freely, his strength almost back to its peak. Aside from the scars that crisscrossed his skin, he was practically indistinguishable from any other healthy man.
But this also meant that the day he had agreed upon with Dennis and Kaitlyn was fast approaching.
"Mr. Smith, your test results are in," the attending physician announced, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Your body has made a near-complete recovery. Kidney function, respiratory system, immune response – all normal. It's simply astounding! I've never seen anyone bounce back this quickly." He held James' chart in his hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and professional curiosity. What was the secret behind this miraculous recovery?
James provided a subtle smile, yet failed to offer any explanation. How could he? The truth, the existence of his true energy and the unlocked potential within him, was simply beyond the realm of understanding for ordinary people.
"Perhaps it's all the supplements I've been taking," he said casually. It was a convenient excuse, and one that was readily available, given the exorbitant cost of the supplements he had been consuming throughout his hospital stay.
The attending physician didn't believe it for a second. No amount of supplements could account for such a rapid and complete recovery. The only logical explanation was that James possessed an inherently superior physique, a natural healing ability that far surpassed that of ordinary men. What other explanation could there be?
He was tempted to ask James if he would consent to a series of tests, to unlock the secrets of his remarkable constitution. But he knew it was a futile hope. A man of James' stature, with his wealth and influence, would never agree to such a thing.
Instead, he found himself drawn into a conversation about medicine. He had seen the footage of the medical exchange conference, had witnessed James' performance firsthand, and frankly, he wasn't impressed. He saw an opportunity to engage James, to perhaps expose him as a fraud.
James saw through the physician's thinly veiled challenge, but he welcomed the distraction. He was bored and restless, and the constant emotional tightrope walk with Jennifer was taking its toll.
The physician, he had to admit, was no fool. He was clearly knowledgeable, his skills honed through years of dedicated study. He was nothing like the incompetent Guadalupe. James discovered an increasing appreciation for the discourse, punctuating his responses with precision and depth of insight. He had nothing to prove, but he wouldn't shy away from a battle of wits.
At first, the conversation flowed easily, a back-and-forth exchange between two medical professionals. Howeve, as time went on, the physician realized that James' knowledge ran far deeper than he had anticipated. James was not only erudite, but also possessed an in-depth comprehension of the subject matter, delivering insights that were both percipient and applicable.
It dawned on him that he and James weren't just on different levels; they were playing entirely different games. And yet, James remained approachable, his demeanor calm and encouraging, even when faced with challenging questions. The physician felt his initial animosity fading, replaced by a grudging respect and, finally, a genuine thirst for knowledge.
He found himself peppering James with questions, eager to learn from this unexpected master. Each answer James provided was a revelation, untangling complex medical knots he had struggled with for years.
"Mr. Smith," he said finally, rising to his feet. He bowed deeply, his voice filled with sincere admiration. "You are truly remarkable. I am humbled by your knowledge."
At that moment, Jennifer entered the room, her arms laden with food. She paused, taking in the scene before her, a soft smile gracing her lips. This was her husband – brilliant, accomplished, worthy of admiration.
The physician, eager to record the insights he had gleaned from their conversation before they faded from his memory, took his leave.
"Quite the fan club you've got there," Jennifer said with a chuckle, placing the food on the table.
James glanced at her, his expression unreadable, before turning away. "Hmm," he murmured, his voice flat.
Jennifer frowned, sensing his sudden shift in mood. She walked over to him, her voice soft and concerned. "James? Is something wrong? You seem out of sorts."
"No, nothing," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "Just...why are you so late? I'm famished." His tone was laced with a subtle accusation.
Jennifer's brow furrowed. This was new. James had never spoken to her like this before.
"I always come at this time," she said softly, a hint of hurt creeping into her voice.
He turned to her, his gaze sharp, his voice hardening. "Just because you've always come at this time doesn't mean you have to come at this time today! Did it ever occur to you to call and see if I was hungry?"
Jennifer was taken aback, her mind scrambling for a response.
James watched her, his silence a challenge, a silent plea for her to fight back, to scold him, to break through the wall he was so carefully erecting between them.
But Jennifer, ever the peacemaker, simply lowered her head, her expression a mixture of confusion and hurt. She forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry, James. You're right, I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again. Please don't be angry."
Her willingness to accept blame, to endure his harsh words without protest, only deepened the ache in his heart. But he had to keep up the charade, for both their sakes.
"See that it doesn't," he said coldly, gesturing towards the food. "Well? What are you waiting for? Give me the food."
"Of course," she said quickly, handing him the container. She tried to smile again. "I brought your favorites. Take your time, there's no rush."
He took the container from her, his fingers brushing against hers. For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to acknowledge the warmth of her touch, the love that radiated from her very being. Then, he schooled his features into an indifferent mask and opened the container.
His face darkened. "This again?" he snapped, his voice tight with feigned annoyance. "I'm sick of eating the same thing every day!"
He slammed the container down on the table, the force of the impact sending half the contents spilling onto the pristine white surface.
Jennifer flinched, her eyes wide with alarm. "James! What's wrong?"
He glared at her, his jaw clenched. "What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong! It's the same dishes, day in and day out! Do you think I'm incapable of getting tired of eating the same thing over and over again?"
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