After examining him, Rachel said, "Sir, you dont have any physical problems. I suggest you see a psychiatrist."
"No need."
"Hmm?"
"I forgot to tell Dr. Cheng one thing," William Hudson gave a faint smile, sitting loosely on the chair as if he had regained control in an instant.
"What is it?" Rachel felt a sense of unease.
William said, "Ive been ill for three years. But yesterday, it suddenly got better, and I had a relationship with a woman."
Rachels unease immediately magnified. She forced a smile and said, "This further indicates that you are healthy and have no need to see a doctor."
"Im worried it was just a fleeting recovery. Ive had similar treatments before, all to no avail," William observed Rachels expression, speaking slowly.
"Perhaps youve been on the mend since yesterday."
"Wheres the cause?"
"Im afraid I cant help with that, Im not a psychiatrist."
William let out a cold laugh in his heart, and said nonchalantly, "I cant help but feel like Ive seen Dr. Cheng somewhere before."
Rachel looked at William, "What do you mean?"
"No particular meaning. I was drunk yesterday and didnt get a good look at the woman. Now, looking at Dr. Cheng, I think you bear a resemblance to her."
Rachels face quickly turned cold: "Sir, be mindful of your words."
"Dr. Cheng doesnt like to be pursued, I suppose?"
Rachels lips also curled into a mocking smile, "Mr. Hudson, you probably arent aware that I am a married woman, and I have no intention of being unfaithful within my marriage."
Williams smile froze, and his face darkened. After a while, one corner of his mouth lifted, and a laugh escaped.
"A married woman, such a good married woman."
Rachel had no intention of delving into the deeper meaning of his words. She simply issued a polite dismissal, "If theres nothing else, please leave. Im off duty now."
With a stern expression, William rose and walked towards the door, with Tom hastily following behind. The mans long strides meant that Tom had to almost run to keep up.
"Tom," William suddenly stopped, recalling something.
"Yes, sir!"
William pondered and asked, "The clothes I wore yesterday, have you disposed of them?"
"No, sir."
"Go fetch them for me."
"Right away."
"A married woman, are you?" William watched Toms hurried departure and murmured sardonically, "A married woman with an impeccable... pure reputation."
...
At noon.
Rachel had just finished lunch in the hospital cafeteria when she received a call from Margaret Thompson.
She took the call without delay and headed straight for the direction of the outpatient building.
A crowd had gathered outside the door of the male department office. At this time, the patients were at lunch, and most of the onlookers were nurses. As soon as Rachel approached, she heard someone exclaim, "Dr. Davis is here!"
Rachel, with one hand in the pocket of her white coat and the other holding her lunchbox, looked at the gathered crowd with a cold expression.
Howard, seated in a wheelchair, was pushed forward through the crowd, with Grace standing behind him, her demeanor arrogant in her Dior high heels as she strode up to Rachel and slapped her across the face.
Rachels head snapped to the side, her hair tie falling to the ground, leaving a bright red mark on her fair cheek.
"Dr. Davis!" Tom exclaimed, rushing over.
Grace sneered, a glint of triumph in her eyes as she raised her hand to strike again. But this time, her motion was halted mid-air.
Rachel seized Graces wrist, a mocking smile playing on her lips as she returned the slap to Graces face.
The watch on her hand left a bloody gash on Graces cheek.
Tom was shocked, standing there in a daze.
Rachel smoothed her hair, picked up her fallen hair tie, and secured her hair again.
Only then did she turn to Grace, her gaze cold and filled with ridicule, "Stop making a fool of yourself and leave."
"Rachel! Davis!" Graces eyes blazed with fury, the humiliation of being slapped in public an insult she had never endured before.