My Werewolf Boyfriend

Chapter 2: Tumor and Father

Alex packed his things, and William also returned, they left the ward together, it was a case of bad luck meeting the "Western doctor" rival.

Originally, there was some goodwill because of his good looks, but now it's best to ignore him. Let him find joy in the grand hall of Western medicine, I suppose.

I pretended not to see him and walked past him with a big stride.

Thinking he would stick to his white coat, bid me farewell in a manner befitting a human, at least I stayed for two days and paid a hefty sum in silver. Yet, he treated me as if I were invisible, not even glancing my way once.

At the moment of passing, the bustling hospital corridor became unusually quiet. There was a scent about him that calmed the mind, preventing irritation and making one unwilling to dwell on any matters.

Out of the hospital, I cursed myself for being so lacking in self-respect and spirit!

So one must seek self-esteem and integrity from elsewhere.

"William, how much is the hospital discharge fee? I'll give it to you later."

William's eyes flashed with a momentary sadness as he smiled and said, "Can I still give you a discount? Later, I'll come to your clinic myself to ask."

"But..."

Alex tugged at me, glared at me, and I didn't say anything else.

I feel a bit overreacting, but I don't know how to fix it. It was just when I noticed that William's shirt button was undone that I realized a button was missing.

"William, you've lost a button. Tomorrow... I'll go and buy you a shirt. What color do you like?"

William looked at his clothes, smiled at me, like a child, "It's fine, it's fine, I'll... take care of it later."

Alex intentionally coughed loudly twice to interrupt William, and William immediately understood.

"Oh, I don't really know what color I like. How about we go out and pick some out together tomorrow?"

I smiled, nodded in agreement, and then turned to glare at the meddler.

I, I guess, am like a b*tch among men, liking no one but keeping them hanging, neither here nor there, occasionally giving them a beating and then offering them a sweet date.

But feelings are personal, I can't force others to retract their feelings, nor can I ignore them, and I can't accept them all without giving my own feelings in return.

If I could hurt him once, making William lose all hope for me, would be a good thing. However, whether I can do it or not is another matter. If William becomes even more determined after being defeated, that would be a sin.

When I'm thrown out to be buried by those brothers under William's command, who value his face more than their own lives, I really feel wronged and can't find peace in death.

After all, whether William is truly straightforward, naive, and without guile, or if he is cunning and ruthless in his methods, I have not truly understood him after knowing him for ten years.

So, I cannot love him, nor can I harm him; I can only take one step at a time.

At the end of the day, I'm still doing this for my own preservation, a selfish person.

Zhuyan Town，the place where I lived for twenty-eight years.

It's not exactly bustling like a garden, but it is mountain clear and water serene, preserving a touch of ancient elegance. The people here know how to enjoy life, with little burden or strife. They work when the sun rises and return home when it sets, spending their leisure time visiting each other's homes, chatting and laughing. Unlike some people in big cities who keep themselves locked away in their homes.

So, I didn't stay in the city to be a doctor who constantly had to read people's faces, calculating that I still had some skills. My grandmother, Mabel, was quite well-known as a traditional Chinese doctor in this area. With her overseeing things, there was no need to worry about anything. Therefore, I chose to come back and open a small clinic, Although the small clinic is tiring, it makes me feel at ease and happy. This might be considered a way of serving the community, isn't it?

The elderly and young in this area of Changning Street prefer to run to my traditional Chinese medicine clinic to drink a few bitter Chinese herbal medicines when they have a headache or a cold, rather than go for injections or IV drips. Some have even gifted me a few banners, which I proudly display in the most prominent location of the clinic. As soon as patients enter, they can see the gilded, large characters "Revive with Skillful Hands" and "Hua Tuo Among Us". I believe that most illnesses can be cured to a great extent.

The streets are lined with cherry blossom trees.It is the season when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, almost blocking out the sky and the sun, and only sporadic sunlight leaks through the sea of ​​flowers. Alex says that every time he visits, the sea of pink makes him feel like a fifteen-year-old girl. If the cherry blossom petals are gently stirred by a breeze, passersby might be startled by a man with a scruffy beard spinning and jumping beneath the cherry blossom trees.

My clinic is at the end of Changning Street, hidden behind the cherry blossoms, where the scent of medicine stands out among the rich floral fragrances, easily identifiable from where it drifts. Alex is not accustomed to the smell of herbs, so he rarely steps into my clinic. When he does, he has to cover his mouth and nose, making a face as if he disapproves.

A two-story storefront, its style similar to most Hui-style buildings, the gray and white buildings are closely connected, forming a row without any alleys.

The first floor houses the clinic and pharmacy. The second floor has three rooms: my bedroom, a room for decoction preparation, and an empty room. The bedroom and the empty room are adjacent, and opening the window allows one to overlook the entire sea of flowers swaying with the wind.

Grandma is getting old and rarely sees patients. When she does come over to help, she has to leave after just a couple of hours. Grandma's mahjong friends are always one short. All the other staff live on the street, making it very convenient for them to come and go.

So, late at night when it's quiet, only me left to keep the clinic, William had long wanted to move in and live with me, but after I repeatedly turned him down, William no longer mentioned this matter.

After returning from the hospital, Alex went to find his chef Charlie, and William also returned to his company. Before leaving, he told me to be careful not to get water on the wound. Aria and the others were all doing their own thing peacefully, even though I was away, there was nothing to do.

I went upstairs to put down my clothes, put on a white coat, and looked at myself in the mirror. There was gauze taped to the mirror, which was really awkward. I carefully opened a corner to see how badly injured it was. The mark was about one centimeter, the stitches had not been removed, and the black and red ridges looked disgusting.

"Will there be any scars?" He closed the gauze depressedly.

Going downstairs, Aria came up to meet her, "Grandma just came over to help you see two patients. She went back after hearing that you were discharged."

"My grandson is not as important as grandma's card. Tell me honestly, did grandma ever visit me during the time I was hospitalized?"

Aria was a little speechless, "Uh... I haven't visited you. She said you are on vacation now. She can't run away because of her old bones, so she won't bother you. I can't figure it out. How come you are on vacation?" "

Looking at Aria’s puzzled expression, I smiled and nodded, letting her continue her work.

Aria hesitated for a moment, then said, "Dr. Noah, your father was here too... and grandma drove him away."

I was a little dazed and said oh. Aria saw that my face looked a little ugly. She regretted saying something she shouldn't have said and hurried to the pharmacy.

I have very conflicting feelings about my dad.

He is grandma's son, but grandma hates him. She broke off the mother-son relationship with him long ago and kicked him out of the house. I have been tortured by that woman since I was a child. After that woman died when I was ten years old, I have been staying with my grandma. For eighteen years, my grandma has been the person closest to me. The fear and hatred I felt toward my "mother" since I was a child has never disappeared. Even now, I am still not a mentally sound person. I also long for normal fatherly love and a return to a normal life.

But I have been told by my ears and eyes since I was a child that my father is not a good person. He eats, drinks, whores and gambles, and is a bastard. He has been to prison, hurt others, and has done all kinds of petty thefts. To have a father like this, it is better to have a tumor on his body. The tumor can be removed, but it attaches itself to the bone like a locust, greedily sucking up all your compassion.

Even so, every time he got into trouble and made trouble, I couldn't help but intervene. When he begged me with a sad face, I would always think of him opening the door and letting me out of the dark room.

"I won't do it next time." I have said it countless times, and I have violated it countless times.

Last time, my dad lost money betting on cards and borrowed a significant amount of high-interest debt. Debt collectors came to his door, threatening him with a knife, saying they would make him pay back in blood. He was so frightened that he lost half his life, and he promised them he would pay off the debt in full the next day. He is so poor that he has no savings to even offer in prayer or worship, and he dares not run away, as someone is always watching him around the clock.

"He could only find me, 'Noah, please! This is the last time! I swear, I will never gamble again! Just lend me the money, and I will do anything you say! Or if you tell me to leave, I will leave far away and never bother you again. Noah, dad knows you are kind-hearted, you will help me!"

I said sternly, "If you need something like that, go to the police, why bother me!"

His eyes were filled with tears as he clutched my hand, "I can't call the police, they will kill me, these people, they really do anything!"

I shook off his hand, the rough calluses rubbing against mine, causing me to frown and my voice to weaken, "I don't have any money!"

"Still, don't you have that clinic? You could sell it. Your grandmother has an old house.Persuade your grandmother, please save me!"

I pushed him away, staring at him in disbelief, "Are you crazy!"

"I... I'm truly at my wit's end, dad, I'm kneeling before you, bowing to you!"

Saying he was about to kneel, I hurriedly pulled him up, "You don't mind losing face, but I still do!"

He wiped away his snot and tears, staring at me with a disappointed look, "Noah, if you don't save me, I won't blame you. If I die, I hope you'll bury me. At least I brought you into this world, so please give me some money for the coffin, so they can properly close my eyes. I don't want to be left out in a field of unclaimed graves, all alone."

"Stop saying that!"

Looking at me as if I were wavering, he immediately burst into tears, "Remember when you were little, beaten up by that crazy woman, it was me who carried you to the hospital, and you still said that Dad is so good..."

"Ridiculous! Who left me at the hospital entrance and just ran away? If it wasn't for Auntie next door going to tell Grandma, on a freezing winter night, I might not have been beaten to death, but I would have almost frozen to death!"

I bit my lip and tried to hold back my tears, but they still flowed down. I wiped away my tears, finding it meaningless to be emotional in front of such a father.

He lowered his head, "At the time, I saw a acquaintance... and then..."

"Enough. How much?"

I don't want to argue any further. I've realized that I can't convince this deranged person, no matter how much I try to persuade, it won't change the fact that I still have to help him.

"What?"

"How much do I owe them!"

"Oh, I knew Noah has a good heart and wouldn't leave me hanging!"

"Say one more word and you're out, no money for you."

He glanced at me, his voice barely audible, "Thirty, thirty thousand..."