Chapter 22: *ahem* Healing

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Chapter 22: *ahem*Healing

Hannah words reminded Jack and he quickly asked, "How's Officer Bishop?""

Zoe, with an serious expression, approached and coughed softly, causing Hannah to reluctantly release her arm wrapped around Jack's neck. She glanced at Hannah and then said to Jack, "Dr. House, the chief surgeon at the central hospital, is performing surgery on her. Thanks to your first aid, Officer Bishop is not in danger."

Jack looked at Tim, who was holding his arm, and asked with concern, "Officer Bradford, is your wife okay?"

Tim's stern face managed to squeeze out a smile as he nodded, "Isabella's surgery was completed in the afternoon, and the doctor said there is a high chance she will wake up." He paused, his expression serious, and after being poked by Lucy, who was smiling beside him, he seemed to make up his mind and continued with difficulty, "You can call me Tim from now on. Thank you again for saving my life today. You are the best rookie I've ever seen."

Jack grinned happily; getting praise from this guy wasn't easy, and that bullet was worth it. He then turned to Lucy, who also got shot, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Lucy proudly patted her chest, saying, "The doctor said if my cup size was one size smaller, I might have had a fracture, but now I only have some bruises and nothing else."

Jack's gaze swept over several ladies around him, thinking, "You're the only one here with a B cup, and you're proud of it?"

He jokingly said, "If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't even have bruises, right?"

Angela slapped him on the shoulder. "If you weren't injured, I'd be joining Lucy in giving you a beating right now."

After some laughter and banter, Maureen, a bespectacled lady who seemed to appear out of nowhere, took hold of Jack's wheelchair handle. "Alright, everyone. This handsome young man needs to undergo some tests, so let me take care of it."

Saying that, she winked at Zoe, pushing Jack away from the surgery waiting area.

Using the elevator, Maureen pushed Jack into a doctor's office on the fifth floor, closed the door, and had him lie on a makeshift bed.

"I think I've found the issue with you," she said, picking up a stack of reports from the desk and sitting next to Jack's bed.

"Uh, did Zoe inform you?" Jack struggled to swallow.

Since earlier, the faint scent of perfume from the bespectacled lady had been subtly stimulating his nerves. Now, with her sitting by the bed, her slightly raised lab coat exposed the edge of her black stockings and garters, making his already fragile will even more chaotic.

Maureen snorted, seemingly displeased that Jack hadn't notified her immediately after the incident. "Yes, Zoe called me before you arrived at the hospital, so I managed to add the necessary tests during your pre-operation check-up."

Jack's Adam's apple bobbed, desperately trying to divert his gaze from the indentation of the stocking's edge. In the confined space of the room, the seductive scent of the woman's perfume seemed to grow stronger.

"So, where exactly is the problem with me?" he asked.

Unaware of Jack's distraction, Maureen kept her focus on the report. "The blood test results showed that after you were brought to the hospital, your adrenaline levels remained high in your body. Even after leaving the high-pressure environment, your adrenaline secretion only slightly decreased but still remained above the average daily level. Your so-called killing urge is actually stemming from this."

"So, it's because of my body?"

Maureen shook her head, "Aren't you curious why a leg wound requires a full-body MRI? I checked, and there are no tumors or signs of lesions in your brain and adrenal glands. So, my initial judgment is that it's a subconscious issue. Your brain always defaults to being in a dangerous environment. Additionally, to counter the side effects of adrenaline, three hormones in your body—dopamine, endorphins, and testosterone—also remain at elevated levels, which explains how you can remain calm during battles."

"Oh crap, I don't feel calm at all now." Jack felt like his sanity was hanging by a thread, and any extra bit of strength would break it.

"You fool, this is a gift given to you by God. You're naturally an outstanding warrior. If you were born in ancient times, you'd be the world's strongest knight and the sought-after lover of noble ladies," Maureen said, clapping the test report shut, her eyes glistening as if she found a mountain of gold coins.

"I'd rather not have this damn gift. Maureen, can you call Zoe for me?" Jack felt like he couldn't hold on much longer. What perfume did this woman use? The damn scent was so alluring; he wished he could bury his head in her embrace and take a deep breath.

"Hmph, what do you want to do? Have Zoe come to my office and do something naughty with you? You hormone-controlled wild beast, this is my office!" Maureen leaned down, gazing at him, and the deep cleavage exposed through her open collar left nothing to the imagination. She sounded mocking, but her lips curved with a captivating charm.

"Hiss," as if a heavy hammer struck the almost broken steel wire, Jack swore that the bespectacled lady was deliberately putting on this act.

"Furthermore," Maureen's delicate jade hand pressed on Jack's chest, slowly unbuttoning his hospital gown, "Zoe is currently on duty. She just pleaded with me to take good care of you, the patient. Do you have a better way to calm your subconscious?"

"Injured beasts are very dangerous," Jack gritted his teeth.

"It's fine. I already locked the door; you won't hurt anyone," Maureen's voice became more alluring than the Soviet girl he encountered in his past life.

She raised her hand, lifted a strand of hair that fell over her ear, stuck out her tongue, licked her rosy lips, and lowered her eyelids slowly. "I am a patient, and you are my doctor." The steel wire in his mind finally snapped, but Jack still tried to resist.

Maureen looked up, scolding him with a displeased look, "So, you better behave and don't move. Doctor sister will help you heal."

An hour later, hurried knocking on the door sounded.

"Maureen, are you in there?" It was Zoe's voice.

"Just a moment." Maureen patted the nervous man lying in her arms, lazily got up, put on her white coat, opened the door, let Zoe in, and then locked it again.

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