"Little William, you didn’t get into another fight, did you? Why are you always so impulsive? But it’s strange, you’re not usually hot-tempered, so why do you keep getting into fights?" The hospital receptionist, Mrs. Bennett, immediately recognized William Carter. No wonder—William Carter came here almost every so often, always with more or less some wounds needing treatment. It’s no surprise that Mrs. Bennett was so familiar with him.

"Yeah," William Carter replied. He didn’t try to explain.

"Sigh, Lily hasn’t come by in a while. I kind of miss her. Next time, have her come visit me," Mrs. Bennett said, her face full of affection at the mention of Lily.

"She’s doing well. She still talks about you all the time," William Carter said, recalling what Lily had said that morning, and couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

"I knew it. I really like that girl—so well-behaved, so sensible, and so considerate," Mrs. Bennett beamed as soon as she mentioned Lily, then shot a glare at William Carter. "Not like you, always causing trouble and getting into fights."

"Auntie, I’ll go get my wounds treated first," William Carter stood up and said. He knew that if he didn’t leave now, Mrs. Bennett would go on and on.

"Wait, the Dr. Miller who always treated you is away on a business trip. I’ve arranged for Dr. Clark to see you." This Red Cross hospital wasn’t as well-organized as other hospitals. If you were sick or injured, you could just contact any doctor. For minor injuries like William Carter’s, any nurse could do the bandaging. But Mrs. Bennett always gave him special treatment, finding the best doctor in the hospital for him.

"Thank you, Auntie."

"This Dr. Clark is really nice, very gentle, and very pretty too. She’s a top student from the medical university. There are several young men in the hospital chasing after her... Huh? Where did he go?" Mrs. Bennett glanced around but didn’t see any sign of William Carter. The kid had already slipped away. Mrs. Bennett shook her head and chuckled, "That kid."

William Carter walked deeper into the hospital, down a long corridor. The place Mrs. Bennett mentioned was just around the corner.

"Where’s that beautiful doctor you were talking about?"

"Wait, we’re almost there. Look at you, all anxious like a monkey. She’s definitely a top beauty—just one look and you’ll lose your appetite for days. Oops, I mean, you’ll be lovesick, that’s the word—lovesick."

Hearing these voices, William Carter’s expression changed slightly. What a small world. He’d been careful, only making his move after crossing half the city, yet he still ran into these two here. William Carter couldn’t help but sigh at how small the world was.

The two men were heading this way. William Carter, panicking, darted into a passageway and suddenly felt a weight on his chest—he’d bumped into someone. The person nearly fell, and William Carter grabbed their hand to steady them, maybe a bit too forcefully, causing the person to stumble right into his arms.

William Carter realized there was a soft sensation against his chest—the person was a woman.

She let out a startled cry, and William Carter quickly covered her mouth.

When William Carter got a good look at her face, he was stunned. She was a woman, about his age, wearing a doctor’s coat, her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her appearance was simple, yet she had a natural charm. She was about 1.7 meters tall, with elegant brows and a delicate nose, stunningly beautiful, her fair skin almost dewy, and her bright eyes wide open, staring at William Carter.

This female doctor had strong nerves and a calm gaze, showing no panic. Once she steadied herself, her right hand moved to grip William Carter’s right wrist.

William Carter was slightly surprised. If he was right, this was a close-combat attack stance. If he made another move, would this doctor counterattack sharply?

"Shh." William Carter realized his hand was still covering her face, and the smoothness under his fingers made his heart flutter. His face grew a little hot, and he quickly withdrew his hand, gesturing for silence and pointing outside.

"That woman isn’t here. Maybe she’s not on duty today? That can’t be."

"Don’t tell me you lied to me," came the cursing voice—must be White Hair.

"No way. Maybe we should come back another time."

White Hair and Ripped Jeans grumbled a few more words as their voices faded into the distance. William Carter breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the female doctor, who was studying him. Her eyes were as calm as a still lake, and beneath her simple attire was an air of privilege and elegant nobility.

Her gaze made William Carter feel a bit self-conscious.

"They’re bad people. I think they were looking for you," William Carter said innocently. He really hadn’t meant to do it. By the way, this doctor was truly beautiful—he’d never seen anyone prettier. Of course, that was just a thought. Given his family background, he never entertained any hopes of pursuing women. Whenever he saw a beautiful woman, he always felt a sense of inferiority, like a humble bug that could only look up at butterflies soaring freely in the sky.

"Why are you here?" The female doctor, having just experienced all that, wasn’t flustered at all. Instead, she was calm and composed, which surprised William Carter a little.