Ethan Carter's voice wasn't particularly loud, but Emily Foster and the others across the table should still have been able to hear what Ethan Carter said.

Ethan Carter saw the smile on John Bolton's face, as well as the occasional flicker in his gaze, and immediately understood what was on this kid's mind. While the other was still smiling, he continued, "And also treating patients."

Ethan Carter made John Bolton feel, for the first time, as if sitting at the dinner table was like riding a roller coaster, because he saw the look of surprise in Emily Foster's eyes.

For John Bolton, who was already a seasoned player in love back in college, a woman's curiosity was exactly where a man should focus his attack. Many women, out of curiosity, would eventually end up with a certain man.

"Oh right! I treated patients in the famous red-light district, and I even opened my own clinic there." Ethan Carter deliberately put on a sincere expression: "I wonder if you'd be interested in joining me tonight to treat those women working in special professions?"

Seeing Emily Foster's face turn a bit unpleasant, John Bolton quickly declined, "No, no! How could people like us go to a place like that? What you're doing is really disgraceful. I feel insulted that the hospital ranks me and you as the most promising doctors at the same time."

"You and I are equally famous? I still don't even know who you are." With one sentence, Ethan Carter pushed John Bolton into the position of a narcissist.

Hot-bloodedness is almost the exclusive trait of young men, while overflowing sympathy is the specialty of young women. The thousand-year-old undead Ethan Carter understood this deeply.

With a slight smile, Ethan Carter continued to speak earnestly, deliberately raising his voice: "I don't know what it means to be disgraceful. I've never thought of us doctors as refined people. In our eyes, there should only be two kinds of people: one, normal people! The other, patients! Are the women in the red-light district all there by choice? Isn't it pitiful enough that they've ended up in such circumstances? As doctors, we treat not only people's physical ailments, but also their mental ones! If you look down on them, then tell me, do you have any sense of a doctor's calling left? To be ranked alongside you, I should be the one feeling ashamed and insulted, shouldn't I?" After saying this, Ethan Carter looked righteously at the pale-faced John Bolton, and deliberately glanced at those who had just looked down on him for treating patients in the red-light district, as well as at Emily Foster.

Ethan Carter got up and left the cafeteria. As he passed by John Bolton, he said in a voice only John Bolton could hear, "Kid! If you want to climb up by stepping on others, you'd better watch out you don't fall to your death! Even though I'm not interested in that woman, since you're being so aggressive, then even if I don't go after her myself, I absolutely won't let you get her."

"You!" John Bolton stood up and shouted loudly at Ethan Carter, but Ethan Carter couldn't even be bothered to look back, striding out of the cafeteria.

In that instant, Ethan Carter's impassioned words stirred a ripple in Emily Foster's heart. Watching Ethan Carter leave, she couldn't calm down for a long time.

All of this was seen by John Bolton, who couldn't help but grow extremely anxious inside.

"Hero saves the beauty!" In his anxiety, John Bolton suddenly remembered a trick he'd used once back in college.

Although the "hero saves the beauty" scenario is very old-fashioned, when it actually happens to a woman, it still works just like in so many stories, just as effectively.

John Bolton returned to his room, took out his phone, and quickly dialed a number. On the other end, a rather fierce voice answered, "Hey! Little John! You haven't contacted us in a long time! What do you need?"

John Bolton hurriedly replied with a fawning smile, "Oh, come on, Crazy Mike, I've just been busy, that's all! See, as soon as I had time, I contacted you..."

"Alright, alright! You brat! If you need your big brother's help, just say it." The tone on the other end showed the two were very familiar.

"Actually, it's like this. I want to ask Crazy Mike to help me set up a scene so I can play the hero saving the beauty."

"No problem! Time, place, people! And the fee!" Madman, on the other end, was hugging a girl and drinking beer with a few underlings as he spoke.

Over the past year, John Bolton had made quite a bit of money from patients, so he readily said, "This afternoon, somewhere quiet near Annan Garden, the person is Emily Foster. I'll send you her photo to your email in a bit. How about a ten-thousand fee?"

"Deal!" Madman agreed heartily and hung up, then stood up, revealing the twin dragon tattoo on his chest, and said to his boys, "Get up, get up! Time to make some extra cash!"

The little gangsters who mixed in society followed Madman to an internet café to receive the photo John Bolton sent them.

An almost invisible corpse bug flew out of John Bolton's room, entered Ethan Carter's mouth, and transmitted everything it had recorded to Ethan Carter.

"So that's how it is. What a cliché trick." Ethan Carter said with a smile as he wrote a cheap prescription for an old man.

After work, John Bolton secretly followed behind Emily Foster, and arrived at a quiet alley on her way home.