The Doctor Who Saved A KILLER

At first sight.

(Lin Wen’s POV)

Pain forced my eyes open. It was a dull aching pain. The first time I saw was a wide nose and…nose hair in my face.

Lying in the hospital bed, a doctor loomed over me, staring intensely at me, and all I could focus on was the ridiculous amount of hair in his nose.

“You are awake.” He said and smiled at me.

One of his teeth, the third beside his central incisor, was missing.

“I’m Doctor Chen Ming Xu. You had surgery,” he added.

“I had surgery?” I asked, still lightheaded from the anesthetic.

I can’t keep count of the number of surgeries I have had this year. Was this the seventh or eight? It was only March.

“Were you trying to kill yourself?” Dr. Chen asked like an annoyed grandfather. “You had an old wound. It got infected because you didn’t take care of it. The accident was a blessing in disguise. You could have died.”

“I don’t think he cares about his life,” Fei muttered.

For the first time, I noticed him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at me.

“I almost died… and you are still angry at me?” I was shocked.

Fei turned his face away, but I could tell that he was pissed.

I looked back at Dr. Chen charmingly. “Thank you… for saving me.”

“Oh, I wasn’t the one who performed your surgery,” he said, wincing and holding his jaw. His teeth still hurt. “Dr. Sang was the one who operated on you, and she is handling the patient who knocked out my teeth.”

“Is that recent?” I asked.

Dr. Chen nodded. “Don’t worry. You are safe. No one is going to hurt you.”

Someone is knocking out doctors’ teeth in a hospital without fear of consequence. The world must be going mad.

Clank! Clank! Clank!!!

“Fei, what was that?” I lifted my head from the bed.

Fei stretched his neck. “A man is waving a knife and throwing things around in the emergency ward.” He spoke nonchalantly, though he was already leaning away from the wall. “I will check it out.”

“I am coming too.”

“You will lie down!” he spun and glared at me, tightening and releasing his fist. Trying to calm himself.

My smile faded.

“You seem to forget who I am. Do you give orders… or do I?” I asked, my voice low and rough yet with control.

Fei hesitated.

I smiled quickly.

“Help me up. We can take the drip with us.”

"You shouldn't move. This is a normal day. That man does this occasionally." Dr. Chen waved frantically. "If your wound opens up again, Dr. Sang won't go easy on me."

I put a hand on the good doctor's shoulder and gently pushed him aside. Leaning on Fei, I rose from the bed. Pain stabbed my side with each step. I gripped the drip stand tightly, so my knuckle turned white.

I followed Fei out.

In the emergency ward, a crowd had gathered. Hospital security kept their distance while trying to corner a man waving a knife and shouting hysterically.

The attacker’s face was red from crying… and alcohol. He was drunk.

"Leave me! I am going to die. Why are you trying to save me?!" he yelled.

"Hey, stop waving that knife; someone could get hurt," I said calmly, stepping closer.

"Let me handle it," Fei muttered under his breath.

"No," I replied quietly, nodding toward a bleeding patient on the floor. "You go to the other side. There's someone who needs help."

Fei nodded and moved swiftly.

I staggered slightly but caught my footing. Taking another careful step forward.

"You don't really want to hurt anyone, do you?"

For the first time, he notices me. His eyes burned with disgust.

“What do you know?” he spat. “People like you… who have everything. How could you understand what people like us face?”

He stepped closer.

I hated men like him. Always blaming the world for the mess they made themselves.

“You’re handsome, rich, and healthy,” he sneered. “How dare you lecture me?”

“What the hell?” I scoffed. “I’m standing in a hospital bed, and you’re calling me healthy?”

My eyes flashed cold.

“And how exactly do you know if I’m rich or poor?”

“You— you!” His drunken eyes widened in disbelief.

“I am handsome,” I said with a cocky grin. “That’s the only part you got right.”

Then he lunged at me.

I picked up a scalpel from the trolley beside me and pointed it at his throat.

He froze.

“What are you trying to do?!” he shouted, stomping like a child throwing a tantrum.

“I’m learning from you,” I said, “In all my years, I’ve realized one thing.” My eyes darkened with amusement. “When your enemy goes low…you go lower.”

I tilted my head slightly. “Being the bigger person is overrated.”

Then he noticed the IV drip in my hand and burst out laughing.

“You can’t do anything. You’re injured.”

I shrugged.

“You’re welcome to test that theory,” I said calmly. “Cowards always pick on people they think are weaker.”

Something snapped in his eyes.

“I AM NOT A COWARD!” he screamed, slapping his own head. “She said that, too! She called me a coward!” His gaze locked onto me, wild. “WHY DOES EVERYONE CALL ME A COWARD?!”

Ah. I had pushed the wrong button.

“I’LL PROVE HER WRONG!” he roared, charging at me again.

His mistake.

I sidestepped. Back kick him. Then I swept his leg out from under him. He crashed into a trolley of medical supplies. Metal clattered across the floor as he slammed his head hard against the tiles.

For a second–I almost smiled. Then pain tore through my wound.

He groaned and started getting back up.

Damn it. The room tilted. I felt dizzy.

The aftereffects of the surgery hadn't fully worn off. Across the room, Fei carried the bleeding woman to safety.

The drunk staggered back to his feet, now waving both a knife and a scalpel he had just picked up.

Shit. Just stay down already, asshole!

He just waved his weapon at anyone who came near.

I need to end this now before people get hurt. I shook my head and took a step closer to him again–

"Are you cursed with playing a hero, or do you think you're the only one who can save the world?"

A voice cut through the room.

I turned to see a woman striding toward us. Tall and elegant in her white coat, a surgical mask covering her face, and her hair pulled into a tight bun. She exuded a presence that made you look at her without being able to tear your gaze away.

She stopped in front of me and pulled off her mask. She looked angry.

"Who exactly do you think you are?" she asked coolly. "A hero?"

"Huh?" I blinked. I was speechless. What have I done this time?

"I spent hours saving your life," she continued coldly. "And you're already on your feet? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

A switch flipped in my head.

"Playing?" I let out a short laugh, staring at her in disbelief. "You think I am playing a hero?" I scoffed in disbelief. "Me?"

"Who else?" She crossed her arms.

"I was trying to save everyone. There is a madman waving a knife, in case you haven’t noticed!"

She pointed at my abdomen. "You were tearing open my stitches!"

I glanced down. The red spot soaked my shirt. I was bleeding.

"Who said you needed to step in?" she continued. "The security knew what they were doing. They would have handled it."

"It didn't look that way to me!" I shot back.

“Because you are blind,” she answered back sarcastically.

"I'm still here!" the drunk man screamed, furious at being ignored. “And I AM NOT A MADMAN!”

She turned sharply.

"Yeah, how could I forget you?"

Her leg snapped up, kicking the knife clean out of his hand. He slashed wildly with the scalpel.

"You b***h--"

Before he finished, she caught his wrist mid-swing and drove the heel of her palm into his throat.

He choked and dropped to his knees. She pried the scalpel from his fingers.

She held it up to her eyes.

"This is used to save life," she hissed. "How dare you harm people with it?"

She knocked his head. The drunk man collapsed.

"That is what you get for disturbing my sleep," she continued.

Security rushed in and dragged him away.

She walked back to me and stopped just inches away.

"See? She said coolly. "You weren't needed."

I grinned like an i***t.

"That was hot!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.

Her brow lifted slowly.

"You were incredibly hot," I added, completely serious.

She stared at me as if I had finally lost my mind.

“So…” I leaned a little closer, lowering my voice. “Can I have your number?”

Silence.

“Or,” I continued smoothly, “we can skip the awkward stage and go straight to dinner.”

Still silence.

My vision blurred slightly. The floor tilted for a second. I shook my head.

Focus, Lin Wen! I needed an answer.

I stepped towards her and held out my hand.

“My name is Lin Wen,” I said, flashing my most charming smile. “What’s yours?”

Her gaze moved from my face… to the blood soaking through my shirt.

Then slowly back to my face.

“You are not my type.”

She slapped my hand away.

The world tilted violently. The last thing I saw was her annoyed expression as the floor rushed up to meet me.

Darkness swallowed everything.

You’re wrong, I thought faintly. I’m everyone’s type, and I’ll prove it.

When I woke up again… She hated me.