“It’s just that while you were gone these past few days, there’s always been a big group of cute young girls coming to ask where that handsome, smiling waiter big brother went~ If you don’t come back soon, you’ll be forgotten.”

Emily muttered to herself with pity, “By then, William Carter, you’ll become a ‘tear of the times’~”

To this, William Carter could only cover his face and sigh helplessly, “How many times are you going to use that old joke!”

“Huh? Are you mad?” On the other end of the phone, the voice sounded a bit aggrieved: “I was just joking, you know.”

William Carter resisted the urge to fall to his knees and groaned helplessly, “I’m sorry, boss, I was wrong! I’m getting off now, please have mercy on me.”

“Well, it’s settled then. See you at work next week~”

Finally, Emily’s voice drew out a soft and enchanting note before hanging up.

After finishing the call, William Carter couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and muttered to himself in a low voice, “This world is too cruel, damn it.”

In William Carter’s world, the person who put the most pressure on him was his own sister, but the one who gave him the biggest headache was this adult female creature who was written as ‘boss lady’ but read as ‘vixen’!

After pondering for a long time, William Carter had to admit a very cruel fact: his little bit of skill was completely insignificant in front of her!

In just a few minutes and two phone calls, William Carter felt his soul had been severely traumatized, to the point where he needed to see a psychologist.

Fortunately, the hospital finally arrived.

……

Including the time for registration and waiting in line, the full physical examination took William Carter three hours. During that time, he was greeted by dozens of exclamations from uncles and aunties, and by the end, the entire department had gathered around, pointing and whispering about him, making William Carter feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had accidentally entered a zoo—and was the one in the cage being watched.

The results of the entire examination showed that the bones on the left side of his body all had fine, even cracks.

Twenty percent of his capillaries were ruptured, forty percent of his muscles were moderately strained, insufficient blood supply from the aorta, severe anemia, weakened lung and liver function, arrhythmia…

In short, every item in the report was enough to keep a normal person lying on the ground, unable to get up. Taken together, it was downright terrifying.

Yet, not only was William Carter alive and kicking, he was running around everywhere like nothing had happened—able to carry, able to lift, and even able to fight.

Although he seemed a bit tired, it was no worse than someone who had stayed up all night playing games.

Impossible, this is unscientific!

In the end, an old specialist, upon hearing about the case, even came down from the fifth floor to see for himself.

The elderly doctor, with a head full of white hair, shakily adjusted his glasses and looked over the results two or three times before saying in utter confusion, “Young man, did you get run over by an entire truck or something?”

To this, William Carter could only give a wry smile. ‘Hit by a car’ was about right, but he didn’t really know the details himself.

Everyone gathered around this fantastical case and analyzed it for a long time, finally coming to one conclusion: the reason William Carter hadn’t died on the spot or been left paralyzed by such severe injuries was because his injuries were… just too evenly distributed.

That’s right, evenly distributed—the severe injuries had been spread out evenly across all the tissues of his body.

What would have been a crippling injury, enough to leave someone disabled for life, was split up into dozens of seemingly troublesome but not actually serious minor injuries.

Enough to make him suffer for a while, but without causing any irreversible, devastating trauma.

As for why William Carter was still so lively, all they could say was that he had extraordinary energy.

After learning that William Carter had been hit by a car, the old specialist exclaimed in amazement, “Even getting hit by a car, you managed to do it so skillfully. In all these years, this is the first time I’ve seen something like this.”

William Carter had nothing to say, with a belly full of complaints he couldn’t voice.

He couldn’t very well slam the table and tell them: it wasn’t that bastard who was skillful at hitting people, it’s that I’m gifted, with peerless skills, dodging just right, dodging just perfectly!

No one would believe him anyway, and they might even add a note of ‘mild concussion’ to his medical record.

In the end, despite the hospital’s strong recommendation that he be admitted for observation, he refused.

Are you kidding? I’m really busy these days, okay?

Considering his special situation, the helpless old specialist could only let him go home to ‘rest quietly’, and sternly warned him that if anything unusual happened, he should call an ambulance immediately—don’t let any complications get out of hand.

Finally, after a whole morning of running around, William Carter left the hospital carrying bottles of medicine of all sizes, feeling completely at ease.

For some reason, he never liked—or rather, he hated—the smell of disinfectant lingering in the air.

It always reminded him of strange scenes of being tied to an operating table, which made his skin crawl just thinking about it.

But right now, for William Carter, the most important thing was to get something to eat first!

He really felt like he was about to starve to death!

Chapter 10: Admirable Courage

“Hey, look at that guy.”

“No way? That much?”

“He’s been eating non-stop since he came in. Is he going to be okay?”