Chapter 2Fiancée’s Gift Exploded… My Friend Paid

The next morning at 7 AM, my clinic door was pushed open.

Chloe stood there, holding a takeout bag.

"Liam, this is your favorite burger. I waited in line for an hour to get it."

In the past, I would have been touched and hugged her.

Now, I just felt sick to my stomach.

"What happened last night, it was my fault. I won't ever see him again. Please forgive me this one time, okay?" she continued to apologize.

I said nothing, taking the burger and handing it to a security guard.

Chloe's smile froze, then twisted into shame and anger.

"Liam, I've humbled myself to come apologize to you, what more do you want? Blake and I were just drunk. Last night was an accident!"

Just then, the nurse station bell blared.

A young nurse frantically ran over.

"Dr. Liam, the patient in room 16 is making a fuss. He says his wound hurts, claims the nurse who changed his dressing was too rough, and insists you go personally."

Chloe immediately grew anxious at the mention of Blake's pain.

She grabbed my arm, her tone softening again.

"Liam, you're a doctor, go take a look. He is your best friend after all, and it would be terrible if it leaves a scar on his penis."

I almost laughed out loud.

It was such a mess, and he cared about how it looked?

I picked up the dressing tray.

Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, following me into the patient room.

Blake was lying in bed, whining and groaning.

Seeing me enter, he immediately stopped.

"Dr. Liam is finally here."

His eyes flickered towards Chloe, his voice becoming overly delicate and fake.

"Chloe, I'm in so much pain, please tell Liam to check on me."

I put on my gloves and pulled back the blanket.

The wound was red and swollen, and the exudate hadn't dried.

When I stitched him up last night, I definitely held back.

I didn't use absorbable sutures; I used the cheapest silk thread.

It would hurt more when removed and was prone to pulling.

"That toy was Chloe's New Year's gift to me," Blake whispered.

"Was it?" I replied coldly.

Then, with a forceful twist of my wrist, I pressed a cotton swab firmly onto his wound.

Debridement.

Removing necrotic tissue.

"AHHH!!!"

Blake let out an agonized scream like a stuck pig.

Chloe, who had been standing by the window, rushed over at the sound.

"Liam! What are you doing!"

She pushed me.

Caught off guard, I stumbled back a few steps.

My lower back hit the sharp corner of a metal cabinet with a heavy thud.

Chloe shielded Blake, pointing at me with a furious face.

"How can you be so vicious? Is this your medical ethics?"

Blake cowered in her arms, playing the victim.

"Chloe, he's doing it on purpose, he wants me to suffer to death…"

Chloe's heart ached for him.

I gave up entirely.

Because the old Chloe, the one who loved me, was dead.

The Chloe now was just a manipulative bitch.

I leaned on the cabinet, straightening my body.

"Cleaning a wound naturally hurts. If you can't handle it, then don't bother with treatment."

I tossed the dressing tray onto the table.

"Frankly, I find it disgusting."