LOVE ME MR ETHAN : Return Of The Guardians

CHAPTER THREE

In the woods near the place of an accident, a figure dressed entirely in black emerged from a tree. The person's face was obscured by the shadow, and a frown was etched on it. The figure surveyed the sedans leaving the scene and let out a heavy sigh, hoping that the occupants were unharmed. The mysterious figure thoughts turned to how she had arrived too late to save them both from harm. SHe glanced at the ground, regretful that she had left for a while, and that it had given their enemies the chance to attack.

The figure's mind raced, considering all the variables that might have come into play. All she could do now was determine the extent of the damage they had sustained and devise a plan to help them. The figure repressed any doubts and stood up, ready to fight for the safety of the accident's victims.

As the figure looked up at the sky, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that her enemies might have had the upper hand, but she was determined to make sure that she would emerge victorious.

Looking up with a distant expression and clenching her fingers, the mysterious figure announced that it was time to proceed with the plans. Taking a deep breath, the figure disappeared into the night.

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As the hospital gates opened, five sedans drove in and parked in the designated area. The Head of Hospital, along with a group of doctors, lined up outside the entrance, awaiting the arrival of their patients with bed wheeler.

Meanwhile, two doctors at the back were discussing the patients. The first doctor asked the second doctor who they might be, to which the second doctor responded, "I heard the person that called is the master of one of the seven richest leading families in country A."

Shortly after their conversation, the doors of the first sedan opened, and the medical team carefully lifted out two patients. They placed them gently on the bed wheeler before wheeling them towards the hospital entrance.

As they approached the front of the hospital, the medical staff checked the patients and started preparing them for treatment. The medical team was dedicated to providing the best possible care to their patients, and they worked tirelessly to ensure that they received the appropriate care and attention. The hospital staff's hard work was indicative of their commitment to providing exceptional healthcare to all their patients.

A confident and powerful man emerged from the third car of the convoy and approached the senior head doctor with a sense of authority. The senior head doctor showed his respect by bowing his head and pointing the way to the operation room. Without uttering a single word, the man led the way, with the senior head doctor following closely behind him. His demeanor commanded respect as he made his way towards the operation room. It was clear that he was someone of great importance and his presence demanded attention. The senior head doctor moved with purpose, his footsteps echoing through the sterile hospital corridor. As he approached the operating room, a sense of anticipation filled the air. He knew that he was about to witness the arrival of a great leader, someone who had earned a reputation as a renowned and mysterious surgeon. In a matter of minutes, the doors swung open, and the man stepped inside with an air of confidence and resolve.

Ethan, a name that resonated throughout the medical community, stood tall and composed as he surveyed the room. Dressed in his pristine surgery uniform, he exuded an aura of power and authority. The other surgeons in the room couldn't help but glance at him with admiration and reverence. They had heard stories of his remarkable skills and abilities, earning him the nickname "the God of Surgery." Many wondered what thoughts raced through his mind every second, what secrets lay behind his cold, calculating eyes.

As the introductions were made, the atmosphere in the room became charged with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. Ethan's presence commanded attention, and the surgeons couldn't help but feel a sense of privilege to be working alongside him. They knew that this was an opportunity to witness greatness in action.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Ethan addressed the room, his voice calm and authoritative. "Let's begin."

The team of surgeons sprang into action, their focus sharpened by Ethan's presence. Each movement was precise, each decision made with unwavering confidence. As the surgery progressed, Ethan's skill and expertise became evident. He navigated through the delicate procedure with a grace that seemed almost supernatural. The other surgeons watched in awe, their admiration for him growing with each passing moment.

As the hours ticked by, the team worked tirelessly, their collective dedication fueled by Ethan's unwavering focus. The surgery was complex, the stakes high, but Ethan's presence instilled a sense of calm and confidence in everyone present. He led by example, never faltering, never doubting.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived. The surgery was a success, and the mother and son victims were on their way to recovery. The room erupted in applause, a mixture of relief and admiration filling the air. Ethan, however, remained composed, his face betraying no hint of emotion.

As the team began to disperse, the senior head doctor turned to Ethan, and smiled warmly, his respect for Ethan deepening. ". "Thank you for the opportunity to be a part of your team," he said, his words carrying a genuine sense of gratitude.

Ethan replied to him with a low and measured, "hmm." With these parting word, Ethan made his exit, leaving the room in a state of awe and inspiration. The surgeons who had witnessed his mastery knew that they had been in the presence of greatness, and they felt a renewed sense of purpose in their own careers.

As for Ethan, his thoughts remained his own, his motivations a mystery to all. But one thing was certain - his impact on the world of surgery would be felt for generations to come.

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ELARA POV

The dense mist swirled around a verdant meadow, casting an otherworldly haze over everything. In the distance, a grand white oak tree stood tall, its gnarled branches stretching upwards. Beneath its sprawling canopy sat a man. Sensing a presence of someone in the realm. He stood up and left to check.

As Elara regained consciousness, she gasped, scanning her surroundings frantically for her son. Panic and anxiety surged through her as he was nowhere to be seen. Waves of sharp pain coursed through her body, her chest feeling as though it had been struck by a hammer.

Gathering her strength, Elara sat up and called out for her son, her voice echoing through the misty meadow. "Alex___!" she cried, hoping for a response.

Her eyes darted back and forth, searching for any sign of her child in the impenetrable fog. With each passing moment, her anxiety grew heavier and more suffocating. Elara knew she had to find her son, and fast, before it was too late.

Elara felt lost, her head spinning. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind and think clearly. When she opened them again she looked around in confusion. This wasn't the place where her accident had happened. "Where am I?" she mumbled to herself in alarm. Suddenly it dawned on her. Did she pass away? Her heart sank. No, this can't be happening, she thought as tears began to stream down her face. "I can't lose my son", she sobbed. Just then, a sound came from behind her. She quickly wiped away her tears and got on her feet, turning to see what it was.

Elara gasped out loud as she laid eyes on a man with wings gracefully touching down before her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and desperately tried to make sense of it. Pinching herself, she felt the slight pain and knew that this was not a dream. Her mind raced as she exclaimed, "Did I just witness the appearance of an angel? Oh my, this is real! There is truly an angel standing in front of me!"

Confusion overwhelmed Elara as she questioned her own existence. "But why am I feeling pain? I thought I was dead. Or am I not? Why am I in this unfamiliar place, and why is there an angel here?" Her curiosity piqued, she reached out her hand, intending to touch the face of the enigmatic being. However, the angel was taken aback by her sudden movement, startled by her boldness, blushed and stepped back. No woman have ever touched him before.

Elara embarrassed, clears her throat and apologize. "I'm sorry."

Aelius clears his throat and answered. "Hmm."

"I am Aelius, the Guardian of this realm and the Ancient White Oak Tree," the figure's voice echoed through the realm. Elara was taken aback by the sheer sight of him.