Chapter 9: Spiritual support?

Chapter 9: Spiritual support?

Chapter 9: Spiritual support?

Ethan knew these nurses loved to gossip. He couldn’t even imagine what kind of rumors were spreading about him outside.

Blair, holding a photo book, glanced at Ethan, seemingly aware of his curiosity. “They’re all talking about you.”

“...” Ethan looked at Blair, wishing she would just stop talking.

“Is this your wish?” Blair asked seriously, looking at the teacher in the photo book.

“Uh, yeah.” Ethan’s mouth seemed to move slightly. Denying it now would be even more awkward. He just wanted to touch the auntie’s legs in black stockings, but it seemed so difficult.

Blair took out her phone and snapped a picture of the photo in the book. “I’ll help you make it happen.”

“?” Ethan looked at Blair. Her confident tone matched her striking face, but what exactly did she plan to help him achieve?

He didn’t think his wish to touch the auntie’s stockings had been conveyed to Blair.

In the hospital’s trauma department.

Dr. David was holding his head, which was now wrapped in bandages. His early baldness had made applying the medication easier, and he was also wearing a neck brace.

Yesterday’s beating had not only left his head bleeding but also injured his neck. Fortunately, it wasn’t broken.

“That woman...”

Dr. David leaned against the wall as he walked back to his office. The concussion and head wound were causing him immense pain.

Standing at the office door, he saw a familiar figure.

Dr. David trembled all over, his legs nearly giving out beneath him.U//ppTodated fr/o/m nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)\/m

Scarlett was still dressed in business attire, highlighting her graceful figure. Her expression, however, was nothing like the sadness she showed in front of Ethan. Her slender eyes looked at him coldly.

“I have something to ask you.”

“Please go ahead.” Dr. David immediately straightened up, enduring the pain and cautiously inquiring.

“How much longer can he live?” Scarlett asked coldly.

“Well...” Dr. David’s expression turned tense. Adjusting his glasses, he hurriedly explained, fearing another beating: “Progressive muscle atrophy, after losing the ability to speak, theoretically, he has three to six months left. But this condition varies greatly depending on the patient’s physical state. And his case is quite special. From the description, he has a strong will to live.”

“A strong will to live?” Scarlett’s brows furrowed.

“Yes, the suffering the patient endures is unimaginable to us,” Dr. David said, his head throbbing again. “Imagine your foot is constantly cramping, and you can’t relieve it. The mental torment is what usually breaks patients. Most of the time, they long to end their suffering.”

She put away the magazine and turned to leave.

...

Meanwhile, Blair was frowning deeply, staring at the photo she had taken on her phone, lost in thought. Her frown only deepened.

After hesitating, she opened her contacts, her gaze finally landing on Emily’s name.

Her fingers typed and deleted several times before finally sending a message.

“Emily, he had a strong reaction to this photo. I think he has a wish he wants to fulfill.”

“Photo.”

“Ding!” Her phone chimed with a new message.

Blair quickly opened it.

“Blair~ I’m so happy to receive your message (happy emoji)~”

“That’s Abigaile Johnson, right? She’s a super popular idol among guys because of her various cosplay videos~ I’ve seen boys bring her photo books to school~ (smiling emoji)”

“Looks like Ethan is a fan of hers. As his girlfriend, I’m a bit jealous~”

“It’s probably just a normal crush. Boys can easily have fleeting crushes, especially those who like uniform fantasies.”

Blair’s frown relaxed slightly as she read the long message. Having a companion often made things easier.

She carefully read each message.

“Just a normal crush?”

Blair murmured, then suddenly received another message.

“I just looked up some information about Abigaile Johnson online. I found something interesting. She once broke her leg during a performance and was admitted to this hospital. She even posted videos for a while with the theme ‘Fighting Against Illness’~”

“I think Ethan might see her as a spiritual support.”

“Spiritual support?” Blair frowned, typing: “His wish is to meet Abigaile Johnson?”

In the hospital room.

Ethan’s expression was strange.

“Ethan, can I help you with anything, such as using the restroom?” The nurse, wearing gloves, looked at him differently than before.