Chapter 2: Sudden Incident

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In a clean and tidy high-end ward. Beatrice sat by the bedside, gazing at the fainted Gordon. Her eyes were filled with a mix of emotions. It was her first time studying Gordon so seriously. His features were sharply defined. Even though he was pale from the coma, he still looked handsome, making Beatrice feel like Gordon had transformed into a different person. His aura differed from his frail self. The scene of Gordon saving her at a critical moment was vivid in her mind, leaving Beatrice in a daze for a long time. His words left a deep mark on her heart, becoming a warm current. Previously, Beatrice and Gordon had no real connection. Their marriage was just a family arrangement, and she had never felt affection for him. Yet, she never expected Gordon to take action in her crisis and utter such words. As the hospital director, she had not only remarkable status and looks but also exceptional medical skills and vast knowledge in the medical field. She was well aware that Gordon's actions as a vegetative patient defied medical understanding and were truly a miracle. Even if a vegetative person were to awaken after three years, one wouldn't possess such formidable strength and skills to defeat the infamous cold-blooded assassin, such as Ralph Wulfric. Beatrice vaguely remembered the astonished expressions of the SWAT officers who stormed into the ward and the shock and awe in the commander's words when he spoke with her in her office. "Is Gordon as useless as the rumors say?" Looking at Gordon, Beatrice couldn't help but question herself. "Useless? Who are you calling useless?" Just as Beatrice finished speaking, an indignant voice followed, revealing that Gordon had woken up. Seeing the instruments connected to him, Gordon frowned slightly, sat up, and yanked them off immediately. After some rest, his body had regained a lot of strength. Even the wound on his left hand, inflicted by Ralph with a military knife, was gradually healing. Reborn in this body seemed to grant him unique powers and incredible healing abilities. "What are you doing? Lie down! You just woke up, and your body is still weak." Seeing Gordon's action, Beatrice scolded him. "Weak? Miss, my body is anything but weak. If you don't believe me, how about we test it out in bed?" Gordon's lips curled into a teasing smile. "You pervert!" Beatrice retorted, clearly annoyed. "Pervert? Come on, you're the one being a pervert here. I was asleep, and who was the one watching me?" Gordon yawned and questioned. He stretched out his body lazily. Caught off guard by Gordon's comment, Beatrice blushed, unsure how to respond. After all, she had indeed been observing Gordon. "You're calling me 'Miss'. Do you not recognize me?" "Who are you?" Gordon responded impatiently. "I'm Beatrice Lake!" Beatrice quickly responded, realizing something. She suspected Gordon had amnesia, which wasn't uncommon. "Beatrice Lake? Who's that?" Gordon feigned ignorance, looking puzzled. "Your wife!" Beatrice replied with a chilly face. "What did you say?" Gordon continued his act, looking at Beatrice with bewilderment. "I said I'm Beatrice Lake, your wife." A hint of an alluring blush appeared on Beatrice's icy face, making her even more captivating. "You're my wife?" Gordon continued to play dumb. "Yes!" Beatrice nodded reluctantly. "How can you prove it?" Gordon's eyes scanned Beatrice's alluring figure, filled with skepticism. "How do you want me to prove it?" At this moment, Beatrice was certain that Gordon had lost his memory due to the car accident. "If you keep claiming to be my wife, then let's sleep together." Gordon grinned, showing his pearly white teeth. "No way." Beatrice hadn't expected Gordon to make such a request and refused outright. "Then you're not my wife. After all, what kind of wife doesn't let her husband sleep with her?" Gordon waved his hand impatiently. "Alright, I'm just a penniless guy. You should find someone else to scam. I swear, I don't know you." "I... I... I am your wife!" The usually aloof Beatrice was at a loss, having been mistaken for a scammer by Gordon. She was angry and frustrated, but knowing he might have amnesia, she was helpless and could only grit her teeth and insist. "If you truly are my wife, how about a hug or a kiss?" Gordon's eyes gleamed with cunning as he pointed to his cheek. Although the accident had caused him to lose part of the original owner's memories, he still had an impression of Beatrice, especially after Ralph's incident. Hearing this, Beatrice fell silent. Truthfully, she and Gordon hadn't even held hands, let alone kissed or hugged. At this moment, Beatrice's heart was in turmoil and complexity. As a doctor, she knew how crucial it was to help an amnesiac recover their memories, and the first step was to establish enough trust with the patient. That impression would be hard to change if Gordon regarded her as a scammer. Moreover, Beatrice wanted to uncover the truth about her parents' deaths and to seek revenge. This was something impossible to achieve alone. At that moment, Beatrice made the decision. "Can't even fulfill such a simple request. You still claim to be my wife? Just leave, you scammer!" Gordon responded impatiently. "Alright!" Beatrice reached out and hugged Gordon tightly. Her soft chest pressed against him, sending a shiver through both their bodies, like an electric shock. What's a hug or a kiss for the sake of avenging her parents and uncovering all the truths? Beatrice had let it all out. Beatrice's sudden embrace pressed her body against Gordon's. He could feel the two soft mounds on his chest being compressed, creating an unprecedented sensation, and the unique fragrance at his nose utterly captivated him. "Now, I... I might start to believe you are my wife." "Come on, honey. Let's kiss!" Without hesitation, Gordon wrapped his arms around Beatrice's slender waist, looking down at her exquisite face. Restraining the fiery impulse rising within him, he spoke innocently. Being held by Gordon, Beatrice's body trembled as if countless ants were crawling inside her, making her unbearably uncomfortable. After all, no man had ever touched her body before. She wanted to push Gordon away, but knowing he might have amnesia, doing so could cause him significant mental harm. So, she had to endure it. Looking up at Gordon's handsome face, she steeled her heart, gritted her teeth, and slowly moved her lips closer. Seeing Beatrice's face and seductive lips approaching, Gordon was beyond excited. He fought the urge to pin her down, closed his eyes, and quietly awaited the moment. However, he was unaware that his face had betrayed him with a smug smile. "You bastard, you dare deceive me?" Seeing the triumphant smile on Gordon's face, Beatrice's eyes flashed with coldness, her heart seething with anger. She pushed Gordon away with force, her right knee carrying immense strength aimed at Gordon's groin. Gordon reacted swiftly, intercepting Beatrice's knee with his hand, a brilliant smile appearing. "Beatrice, I was just joking." "By the way, your legs feel pretty good. They're so soft." "Pervert!" Beatrice's expression turned icy as she raised her hand to slap Gordon. "Your hand feels nice too, silky smooth and soft." Gordon chuckled, holding on to Beatrice's delicate hand with a look of enjoyment. "Also, I need to correct you. Teasing my wife isn't inappropriate. It's called..." "That's called being sleazy! Let go of me." Before Gordon could finish, Beatrice interrupted him. Noticing Beatrice's icy stare, Gordon shrugged helplessly and let go of her hand, then spoke seriously, "Honestly, I wasn't trying to trick you. Because of the accident, I've genuinely lost some memories." "Really?" Seeing the seriousness on Gordon's face, Beatrice asked coldly. "Yes." Gordon nodded lightly. "Then..." There was a knocking sound from the door. Beatrice was about to continue when the urgent knocking interrupted her, prompting her to straighten her clothes and distance herself from Gordon quickly. Soon, a nurse hurried over. "Ms. Lake, bad news! Professor Miles had cardiac arrest during his shift and died." "What? Take me there quickly." Upon hearing the nurse's words, Beatrice's expression changed, and she swiftly followed the nurse out of the ward. "Never mind, I have nothing better to do. I might as well tag along." Watching Beatrice's departing figure, Gordon yawned, stretched lazily, and followed her slowly. When Beatrice and Gordon hurried to the scene, Luke Miles was lying on the bed, ashen-faced, connected to various instruments. Many specialists tried their best to save him, but to no avail. "Ms. Lake..." Seeing Beatrice's arrival, the specialists seemed to find their anchor, speaking anxiously. "How's Professor Miles?" Beatrice asked with a grave expression. Luke Miles, seventy-two years old, was a renowned expert in orthopedic surgery at Starville Hospital and the former head of the orthopedics department. Despite being long past retirement age, he was invited back as a mentor. During his shift, Luke suddenly had a cardiac arrest, and no one could bear the responsibility. "Ms. Lake, we've tried our best to resuscitate him, but Professor Miles's heart shows no signs of revival and has completely stopped, with no breathing and rapidly fading vital signs." The highest-ranking cardiovasculorar specialist, Jamie Young, spoke with deep regret. "Professor Miles performed three surgeries today. We advised him to rest, but he insisted the patient's condition couldn't wait. He's worn himself out completely." "You'd think at his age, he wouldn't push himself so hard." Other specialists also lowered their heads in unison at this moment. Hearing this, Beatrice's expression darkened as she stared blankly at the monitor, which showed no data. "Ms. Lake, Professor Miles has been declared dead after failed resuscitation. What should we do now? Notify the family and move him to the mortuary?" Jamie looked at Beatrice with urgency. He had always been at odds with Beatrice. After all, he was supposed to be promoted to deputy director but remained a department head due to Beatrice's sudden appointment. He didn't want to take the responsibility for this incident, so he brought Beatrice over to make the decision. If she mishandled the situation, the responsibility would fall on her. Standing in the crowd, Gordon watched the scene unfold, letting out a disdainful snort. "Hmph, a bunch of quacks, making a fuss over nothing. He's in severe shock caused by a cold, yet you declare him dead. If you let this continue, the old man will die." "Step aside, let me take a look."

Chapter 2: Sudden Incident

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