Day Sixty-Five...
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[ At Zhou's Hospital... ]
Stephen received Nathan's message, asking him to get a VIP ward for Jane. Jane was done with her check-up. The nurse took her blood sample for further examination. Another Brain CT scan was conducted. Aside from that, they also did an MRI scan.
They needed to figure out the cause of why she hadn't regained consciousness yet. Ethan and Cherry stayed in the ward. Meanwhile, Stephen was talking to his father inside his office.
"How long are we going to read the result, Dad?" Stephen couldn't wait to find out Jane's condition. She recovered her strength and she appeared to be healthy. How could she collapse? Was it because of fatigue? Did the hypnosis session strain her further?
"Calm down, son. We will find out soon." Dr. Zhou was surprised to see his son worrying too much about a woman. This was not a simple doctor-patient relationship.
"Son, what is she to you?" Dr. Zhou decided to confront his son.
Stephen was not able to respond right away. He didn't expect his father to confront him like that. Was he going to remind him that a romantic relationship between a doctor and his patient was forbidden? It was part of the Ethical Guidelines.
"Dad, don't worry. I know my boundaries." Stephen responded with a serious expression on his face.
Dr. Zhou just held his shoulder, tapping it gently. "Relax son. I'm not here to judge or stop you. I'm just curious if this woman holds a special place in your heart. I have never seen you like this. You are very worried about her."
Stephen looked at his father with grateful eyes. "Dad... I–" He couldn't say it out loud. But deep inside, he knew the answer to that question.
"It's okay, son. No need to answer me. Your expression alone is enough. Your eyes already give away the answer." Dr. Zhou patted his back again.
"Anyway, son, I'll call you once I get the result. I'll inform you right away."
"Thanks, Dad. I'll go and check on her. Ethan and Cherry are also there waiting for me."
After saying goodbye to his father, Stephen proceeded to Jane's ward.
On the other hand, Ethan went to the rooftop so that he could talk to Bam-Bam. This fluffy magical creature had been sticking by Jane's side for the past few days as if he were guarding her. He was the one who put her in a deep slumber so he needed to be there just in case something would happen to her.
"Bam-Bam, is my mom okay? I can't wait for her to wake up. Can you lessen the days? Can you wake her up after five days instead of seven days?" Ethan pleaded.
"Patience, Little Kiddo. I thought you also wanted to see how your Dad reacted in her absence." Bam-Bam flew around Ethan. He was just amazed that this kid could see him. He wouldn't be bored alone. He could talk to this charming little boy anytime. And Ethan was the only one who could hear him.
Ethan facepalmed at the mention of his father. "I'm losing faith in my father. I don't think we will get the result that we want from him. He is dumb and foolish!" He lamented.
"See! He transferred the obligation to Uncle Stephen. He allowed Mom to stay here, instead of our Medical Facility." Ethan sounded annoyed. He was oblivious of the fact, that Nathan just wanted to protect Jane from the threat of King Stallion Mafia.
Bam-Bam heaved a deep sigh. Ethan had a point. "Let's see. Today is just the second day of her sleep. We still have five days ahead."
Jane felt like she was watching a movie in her head. But this time the main character was her. It was like she was unfolding her life in front of her.
She just learned the reason why she failed her mission. The leader of King Stallion used Sizzling August's identity. This was the reason she hesitated to complete her mission.
At that moment, she was swayed by Vincent's words. Not only by his words but also by his actions. She wanted to confirm his identity and Vincent had proven to her that he was indeed the Sizzling August that she knew.
[ ***Flashback*** ]
When Jane recovered from her stupor, she decided to dig for more information.
"Sizzling August? What a unique name. Is your first name Sizzling and your surname is August?" Jane tried to recover her composure.
Vincent let out a husky laugh because of her joke. But he wanted to commend her. She recovered quickly as if she was not shaken by his revelation. She was able to conceal her emotions.
"I really like you," Vincent mumbled in her ear, tightening his grip on her waist. They were still dancing. "I didn't expect that you have a great sense of humor."
Jane didn't want to trust him completely. But mentioning Sizzling August made her stop her plan of using the poison needle.
"I heard that name. Are you the great hacker, Sizzling August?" Jane started to verify his identity. What if it was just a coincidence? He might be using the same alias.
Vincent smirked mischievously. He could tell that he already caught her attention. 'She started asking me about Sizzling August. She is interested in him.'
"Okay. I'll tell you this. But keep this a secret. I'm the great hacker, Sizzling August. Why do you know me? Are you one of my mentees or my fans?"
Jane frowned when she heard that. "Liar. You are an impostor." She pushed him away.
But Vincent was quick enough to figure out what he had said wrong. "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to impress you. To tell you the truth... I only have one mentee. Her name is Shining Star. But we've lost contact as I deactivated my account."
Jane was at a loss for words. Mentioning Shining Star made her believe him more. 'He knows me. He can remember me.'
Jane lost her composure again. Vincent grabbed this chance to strike again. He loved playing mind games with her. Her expression alone gave him a sense of fulfillment.
He closed their gaps again and lifted her chin. "Why are you giving such a look? Don't tell me... you are Shining Star?"
"Yes... I'm her." After saying that Jane threw a punch, hitting him hard on his stomach.
"Argh!" Vincent groaned in pain. He was caught off guard by that sudden punch.
'Damn! She punched me hard.' Vincent lamented inwardly.
"You deserve this," Jane coldly said, looking daggers at him.
Vincent was stupefied by her sharp gaze. He could feel her anger. She was mad.
'Damn! She looks prettier and hot when mad. I like her fierce-looking eyes.'