Chapter 3 Mysterious Injured Man

Camila got the address and answered, "Got it."

"And Mila, don't tell anyone about this and don't ask any unnecessary questions. Just focus on treating the patient, okay?" Forrest added.

"Okay." After hanging up, Camila took a taxi to the address.

It was located in a high-end neighborhood with top-level security.

The doorman stopped her from entering. As instructed, Camila informed him that she was here to see Mr. Calderon. The doorman called to confirm before finally granting her access.

It didn't take long before she found the house. Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door was opened.

Seeing that it wasn't Forrest at the door, Willie frowned and asked, "And you are?"

From the way Forrest sounded over the phone, Camila could tell that this patient seemed to care about his privacy very much. Not wanting to get involved, she wore a mask before going.

"Dr. Forrest Walters asked me to come here in his place."

Glancing at the medical kit she was carrying, Willie squinted at her. "You know what to do?"

"Yes, Dr. Walters briefed me. I won't tell anyone."

Willie figured that Forrest wouldn't ask someone unreliable to come here, so he let Camila in.

He led Camila through the huge living room, up the stairs to the second floor, and stopped in front of the door to a bedroom.

The room was very dimly lit. Glancing at Willie, she asked, "How can I treat the patient without lights?"

When Isaac heard that it was a woman's voice, he pulled over his coat over his head to cover his face and said coldly, "Fine. You may turn on the lights."

Willie obliged and turned the lights on.

The room was instantly illuminated.

The voice sounded familiar, but Camila didn't think too much of it. She approached the injured man, who was lying in bed. The blood on his white shirt had dried up, leaving a nasty dark red stain.

She tried not to look at his covered face. After all, she was here to treat him, not to pry.

Obviously, the patient didn't want others to know his identity, so it was only right that she respect his privacy.

She put the medical kit on the table and opened it. Then she took out a pair of medical-grade scissors to cut the cloth on the wound.

As soon as she pried off the blood-caked clothing, she saw that the man had two wounds, and that they had simply been bandaged with gauze.

She put the scissors down and immediately set out to clean the wounds.

Every move was elegant and efficient.

"Are you allergic to anesthesia?" she asked.

After cleaning up the wounds, she found that they weren't that deep and that there was no sign of internal bleeding, but they still needed to be stitched up.

This process would require anesthesia.

Her voice was calm, completely different from how the panicked woman sounded from last night.

Therefore, even though Isaac had heard her voice, he had no idea that this female doctor was the person he had sex with last night.

On the inside, he was impressed by her skill and calmness, but on the outside, he remained cold. "No."

Camila nodded and then proceeded to prepare the anesthetics. She soon injected the substance into a spot near his injuries.

Two minutes later, the drug took effect and she began to stitch up the wounds.

After an hour, she was done.

She was extremely efficient.

Seeing that her hands were stained with blood, she excused herself. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"There's one downstairs," Willie said.

Camila walked out and followed his directions.

When she was gone, Willie closed the door and walked up to Isaac.

"Upon investigating, it seems the person who had hired those hitmen was your Aunt Audrey. Because you dealt with all her spies in the company, she grew desperate and tried to have you killed."

Isaac sat up in bed. He should've been weak given his injuries, but on the contrary, his eyes were sharp and alert.

He looked at Willie and asked in a low voice, "Did the arranged marriage have anything to do with her?"

After a pause, Willie answered, "Yes, I found out that she was in contact with your father-in-law. It was strange that he requested that his daughter marry you but not Audrey's son. Obviously, Audrey had something to do with that."

"She's done so much for me. It'd be rude if I didn't do anything in return." He had just gone abroad for a few days for business, but someone had made so much trouble for him.

He was completely expressionless, but the coldness in his eyes was undeniable. "I heard that her son runs a club called Charm on Cavern Street."

Hearing this, Willie instantly understood what was on his boss's mind. "Since they don't have a place in the company anymore, that club is their only source of income. If they lose it..."

"Do it," Isaac said in a dangerously low voice, his eyes flashing viciously.

Willie nodded and immediately set out to do what he was told. On the way downstairs, he ran into Camila, who was about to go upstairs.

Willie knew that Forrest must've already told her to keep her mouth shut, but he figured it was worth reminding her. "If you tell anyone about what happened today, you'll die a horrible death."

If Audrey and her son caught wind of Isaac's injuries, they'd definitely seize the opportunity to beat him while he was down.

"Don't worry, I won't." With her head down, Camila added, "I'll leave as soon as I get my medical kit."

When she returned to the bedroom, she saw that the man's back was to the door. He had taken his bloodied shirt off, exposing his well-defined back muscles.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" The man didn't turn around, but he seemed to have noticed her intent gaze. His voice was lazy, mixed with a hint of mockery.

Camila snapped to her senses and lowered her head in a hurry.

With her head down, she walked over to pack up her things. In a gentle voice, she reminded him, "Don't let your wounds get wet for the time being. Disinfect them once a day, and wear loose shirts so as to avoid infection."

When she was done packing her medical kit, she took out a bottle of pills and a tube of ointment. "I'm leaving you these medicines."

Isaac didn't turn around and grunted in reply.

Camila had nothing else to say, so she left.

She walked out with the medical kit.

She hailed a taxi and went back to the hospital. It was almost lunchtime when she arrived, so she went to the canteen of the hospital to eat. As soon as she returned to her office, she was summoned to the hospital director's office.

"I'm sending Debora to Military Central Hospital for the internship," the hospital director said seriously. He seemed to have some unspeakable reasons.