“Nancy Bennett beauty, it’s you? So that means I’m in our hospital, huh?”

James Bolton said with a sudden smile of realization. However, as soon as he spoke, the vibration triggered by his voice caused another wave of dull pain in his head, making him frown involuntarily.

Seeing James Bolton’s pained expression, Nancy Bennett quickly leaned over and asked with concern, “What’s wrong? Does your head hurt?”

Before James Bolton could answer, another person pushed the door open and entered. Judging by his attire, it was clear that this guy was a doctor.

When the man in the white coat saw that James Bolton was awake, he called out excitedly:

“Wow, hey boss, you’re finally awake!”

Seeing the newcomer, Nancy Bennett immediately straightened up and greeted him:

“Dr. Shelton, you’re here. Dr. Bolton just woke up, but he seems to have a headache.”

The person who came in was named Frank Shelton, also a doctor at this hospital, and in the same department as Nancy Bennett—the emergency surgery department.

As for the relationship between Frank Shelton and James Bolton, it was anything but ordinary. Not only were they colleagues at the same hospital, but they had also been classmates in university, and even roommates in the same dorm. Their bond was so close, they could “wear the same pair of pants.”

The reason Frank Shelton called James Bolton “boss” was because, back in their dorm days, when they ranked by age, James Bolton was the oldest. Hearing Nancy Bennett’s words, Frank Shelton waved his hand carelessly, looking unconcerned, and said loudly:

“Headache? No big deal! It’s just a mild concussion, headaches are normal! You’ll be fine in a few days.”

James Bolton endured the throbbing pain in his head and forced a wry smile.

“Third, don’t you know your boss is a patient? Can’t you keep your voice down?”

Frank Shelton smiled apologetically, walked over to James Bolton, took off his stethoscope to examine him, and said:

“Boss, I’m just happy to see you awake! I forgot for a moment that concussion patients can’t handle loud noises, sorry, sorry!”

After finishing the examination and making some notes, before James Bolton could ask about his injuries, the intercom outside the ward sounded:

“Attention all emergency surgery staff, attention all emergency surgery staff: there has been a fire in Zone 1 of the Central Avenue commercial district, emergency rescue is needed. All on-duty mobile personnel from the emergency center, please depart immediately with the ambulance…”

Hearing the announcement, Frank Shelton quickly put away his stethoscope, turned, and ran toward the observation room door. As he left, he called back to James Bolton:

“Boss, you rest up. I’ve got to get to work. I’ll come find you when I’m back!”

“Hey…”

James Bolton was just about to call out to the hurriedly departing Frank Shelton, but the guy had already dashed out of the ward. As for Nancy Bennett, she had already left while Frank Shelton was examining James Bolton.

James Bolton lay back down helplessly, muttering, “You could’ve told me about my condition first, it wouldn’t have taken a few more seconds… right?”

As soon as he finished speaking, James Bolton’s body suddenly stiffened, his lips began to tremble, and he stammered:

“Ch…character attributes…”

It turned out that just as he asked about his condition, a familiar image suddenly popped up in his mind—a character attribute interface, the kind most common in games. The interface listed, from top to bottom:

Character: James Bolton

Status: Minor injury

Level: 0

Experience: -1578/500

Potential: 0

Health: 30/30

True Qi: 50/50

Basic Attributes: Strength (3), Agility (4), Constitution (3), Spirit (5), Insight (6)

Unassigned Points: 0

Innate Attributes: Root Bone (4), Comprehension (4)

Martial Arts Skills: None;

Effects: None;

Secondary Profession Skills: Physician (Grandmaster): Diagnosis (Level 10), Pharmacology (Level 10), Acupuncture (Level 10), Massage (Level 10)…

Chef (Grandmaster): Knife Skills (Level 10), Fire Control (Level 10), Ingredient Identification (Level 10)…

Animal Trainer (Grandmaster): Taming (Level 10), Veterinary Medicine (Level 10)…

……

This was clearly the attribute interface of the game “Wulin Three Kingdoms” that he had been editing at the time of the car accident. The only difference from the attributes he had set was in the experience and attribute sections.

Because the accident happened suddenly, he hadn’t had time to change the level, so the experience should have been 0/500, not the -1578/500 he was “seeing.”

In the game, even a total newbie starts with zero experience, so how could it possibly be negative?

As for the attribute section, he had set all the basic and innate attributes to the initial maximum of ten points, not the barely passing numbers he was “seeing” now.

James Bolton shook his head, full of confusion:

“A concussion can’t be this bad, right? Besides, I do like this game, but I’m not a total game addict. How could I be hallucinating like this?”

After all, James Bolton was a doctor and a staunch materialist, so he naturally found the things appearing in his mind quite unbelievable.