Frank Carter was instantly enraged when he heard this: “You fucking ungrateful bastard, aren’t you?” He raised his palm, as big as a fan, and swung it fiercely at Ryan Bolton. He was truly angry this time—if he didn’t get serious, this kid wouldn’t know who he was dealing with.

David Brooks was so frightened that he dashed off toward the hospital’s security office. At a time like this, the only people he could turn to were the security staff.

Ryan Bolton saw Frank Carter making another move, clearly intending to slap him across the face. A man can be killed but not humiliated. Ryan Bolton was never known for his good temper. He raised his left hand to meet the attack, grabbing Frank Carter’s right wrist in one swift motion. The two were about the same height, though Ryan Bolton was a bit thinner. Frank Carter thought he had Ryan Bolton completely under control, but to his surprise, his opponent’s fingers clamped down on his wrist like iron pincers. With just a bit of force, half of Frank Carter’s body went numb. Only then did he realize something was wrong—the student in front of him was not as weak as he appeared.

Ryan Bolton sneered, “Don’t push me too far, brother!”

Frank Carter felt Ryan Bolton’s grip tightening, his wrist bones nearly being crushed. While shocked by Ryan Bolton’s strength, he also began to feel a bit afraid. Forcing a bitter smile, he said, “Maybe this really is just a misunderstanding…”

As soon as he said that, Emily Smith couldn’t take it anymore. She stormed up, full of fury: “Sam Carter, are you even a man? He stuck his finger up my crotch!” She was so agitated that she lunged at Ryan Bolton, trying to scratch his face. Ryan Bolton simply lifted his leg and kicked her in the lower abdomen. Even though he didn’t use his full strength, Emily Smith was still sent flying back over two meters, landing hard on the road. Clearly, he had no intention of showing any mercy just because she was a woman.

The crowd of onlookers grew larger. Emily Smith sat on the ground, wailing and making a scene. Two girls stepped out from the crowd, one of them being Megan Clark. The other was a tall, slender young woman with long, lustrous black hair cascading like a waterfall, making her look especially graceful and attractive. Her oval face was charming, with long, arched eyebrows framing a pair of clear, beautiful eyes like spring water. Her nose was small and straight, her lips soft and beautifully curved, exuding a gentle charm. The tight, stone-washed blue denim jacket she wore added a touch of crisp competence to her look. Her quiet, reserved demeanor was like a flower about to bloom—a true beauty! Ryan Bolton couldn’t help but glance at her a few more times.

The two girls helped Emily Smith up. Megan Clark, having seen Ryan Bolton kick Emily Smith to the ground with her own eyes, angrily scolded him: “Ryan Bolton, you’ve gone too far!”

At that moment, David Brooks arrived with two hospital security officers. Ryan Bolton released Frank Carter’s wrist. Having suffered a hidden loss, Frank Carter didn’t dare make another move against Ryan Bolton. He spat out a threat: “Kid, just you wait!” Then he pulled Emily Smith onto the motorcycle and fled in embarrassment.

David Brooks explained everything clearly to the two security officers. Since they already knew what kind of person Frank Carter was, they were actually more sympathetic toward Ryan Bolton. After giving him a couple of reminders, they returned to the hospital.

It was Megan Clark who wouldn’t let it go, following behind Ryan Bolton and continuing to lecture him: “Ryan Bolton, how could you hit a woman? And she’s a patient at the hospital! Do you have any idea how bad this looks? You’ve ruined the reputation of our entire internship group!”

Ryan Bolton couldn’t stand her nagging anymore. He stopped and turned around: “If you keep nagging, do you believe I’ll hit you too?”

Megan Clark screamed and hid behind the girl she was with: “Sophie, he’s going to hit me!” That girl was Megan Clark’s classmate and close friend from medical school, Sophie Harris, known as the campus beauty at Jiangzhou Medical University and the dream girl of countless male students.

Sophie Harris’s clear eyes stared coldly at Ryan Bolton, her delicate face full of fearless pride, as if warning him to just try and lay a hand on her.

No matter past or present, Ryan Bolton was always polite to beautiful women. He shook his head: “I can’t be bothered to stoop to the level of a shrew like you!” Of course, he was referring to Megan Clark behind Sophie Harris.

After Ryan Bolton left, Megan Clark’s angry voice rang out again: “He actually insulted me! Typical vocational school student—such poor manners!”

Ryan Bolton really had no interest in arguing with this little girl. He followed David Brooks, his free tour guide, to his own room, 103. He carefully observed everything David Brooks did—how he greeted the security guard, how he used the key to open the door. To Ryan Bolton, everything in this world was new, and he needed to learn to adapt as quickly as possible.

The intern doctors’ dormitory had four people to a room, but the other two interns lived nearby and rarely stayed there. Although David Brooks shared the room with Ryan Bolton, it was clear that he looked down on Ryan Bolton as a vocational school student and rarely spoke to him. Ryan Bolton tried to make small talk, mainly to get as much information about himself as possible from David Brooks.

Usually, for every three questions Ryan Bolton asked, David Brooks would only answer one. Even so, Ryan Bolton still managed to gather a lot of information. David Brooks turned on the fourteen-inch black-and-white TV, and the sudden images and sounds startled Ryan Bolton.