Her palm was full of sweat.
Rachel Daviss brain was buzzing, and her breathing became more and more difficult. She knew that delaying would lead to the worst outcome.
The bathroom door latch couldnt withstand a collision, and the time when Howard burst in was exactly when she couldnt resist. At that time, in full view of everyone, it would be too late to say anything.
In a moment, Rachel forced herself to calm down and said to Howard who was prying the door, "Dont smash it, Ill open the door for you."
"Are you serious?" Howards voice was suspicious yet urgently eager.
Rachel endured her disgust, picked up the toilet lid with one hand, and slowly placed the other hand on the latch, lowered her eyelids, and said calmly, "Yes, Im not lying to you."
Click. The door lock opened, and Howard squeezed out of the crack impatiently. At the same time, Rachel raised the toilet lid and smashed it on Howards head...
...
On the fifth floor of Erics Grand Hotel.
A man with a cold expression and a very handsome appearance sat on the sofa of a luxurious suite, with high-end custom-made suits wrapping his tall and restrained figure. His long arms were on the sofa, and the arc of his brow revealed a trace of impatience while waiting.
And standing in front of him was his assistant, Tom.
"Where is she?" William Hudson snorted coldly. It was really fresh, the first time someone dared to stand him up.
Tom replied softly, "The call came, saying there was a traffic jam."
"How much longer?"
"Half an hour... right?" Tom was guilty.
"Its a waste of time." William got up and walked out.
Tom hurriedly stopped him: "Young master, no! Dr. He is the only student of Dr. Jon in China and is the most famous urologist in Jincheng. No one else can see your illness!"
"So what? I, William Hudson, never wait for anyone." William pushed the person to the door, ready to open the door.
Tom closed his eyes and shouted: "Do you want to be impotent for a lifetime?"
In an instant, it was quiet.
William turned around slowly, squinting his eyes, his gaze was so cold that he wanted to kill people. He stared at the little assistant who wanted to squeeze into the seam of the ground, and warned one word at a time: "Last half hour, if people dont arrive, you roll away with her!"
...
Hot.
All over the body is hot, the vision is blurred.
Rachel ran out of the bathroom and rushed into the elevator. She didnt know where she was at all, and her feet seemed to be stepping on a cotton ball.
In front of her eyes was a fog, Rachel was dizzy. She pushed open a door in front of her and stumbled in. After a few steps, she was tripped by the sofa and fell down softly.
Williams face sank, and the doctors these days treat so directly?
"Dr. He, I think you have a misunderstanding. I called you to the hotel, not..."
William tried to pull the person on his body and maintain a safe distance.
However, the next second, his action stopped, and William had a reaction.
So, he froze.
The place that had not responded after that incident three years ago had awakened...
After a moment of silence, William turned over the woman on his body, and he whispered in her ear: "Your treatment method is very special. Later, dont regret it."
...
Pain!
Seeing that the person pressed on her body was not Howard, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief.
This nightmare, it started to end as soon as she stepped out of this door.
...
Buzz buzz buzz...
The phone vibrated crazily.
William woke up from a beautiful dream, slightly opened his eyes, his arm groped under the sofa, and then found the phone. He picked up the phone, his voice was satisfied after being lazy and magnetic: "Hello."
"Young master, young master." Tom was stunned for a while and said softly: "Dr. He is here, downstairs, let her come up now?"
"Dr. He? Dr. He is not..."
William propped up his arm and sat up, and no one was on the side of his body. He glanced at the bright red left on his shirt unintentionally, and his voice suddenly stopped, especially meaningful: "Dr. He, just arrived?"
"Yes, there was a car accident on Yongan viaduct, and it was blocked for two hours. Young master, you..."
"No need to come."
"What, what?"
William picked up the crumpled coat on the ground and reiterated: "Let Dr. He not come."
"Young master, whats wrong with you?" Toms tone was trembling.
William chuckled and picked up the crumpled coat on the ground: "Its interesting. If I say that my illness was cured by a misunderstanding, do you believe it?"
...
At twelve oclock noon.
Rachel came out of the hospital canteen after having lunch and received a call from Tom, saying that something happened in the outpatient department.
Rachel didnt delay for a moment and walked directly to the direction of the outpatient building.
There were some people around the door of the male office outside the office, and the patients went to eat at this time. Most of the onlookers were nurses. As soon as Rachel walked over, she heard someone shout in her ear: "Dr. Cheng is here!"
Rachel copied one hand in the pocket of the white coat, and the other hand held the lunch box. She looked at these people gathered together coldly.
Howard, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed out from among the crowd. The woman standing behind him, wearing the latest Dior high heels, strode to Rachel with a high air and slapped her hand.
Rachels face was thrown to one side, the hair tie fell on the ground, and the white cheek turned red instantly.
"Dr. Cheng!" Tom shouted and rushed over.
Grace sneered, and a trace of success flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and slapped it again. But this time, the action was intercepted in mid-air.
Rachel grabbed Graces wrist, a playful smile came to the corner of her mouth, and she slapped her face back.
The watch on her hand directly tore a blood mouth on Graces cheek.
Tom was shocked and stood by.
Rachel combed her hair, picked up the hair tie on the ground, and tied it up again.
Then she looked at Grace, her eyes were cold, full of ridicule: "Dont be a disgrace here, go back."
"Rachel! Davis!" Graces eyes were full of fire, and she had never suffered a loss in front of others, let alone the great shame of being slapped in the face.