Chapter 4Fiancée’s Gift Exploded… My Friend Paid

That pathology report stopped Chloe dead in her tracks.

Memories from three years ago flooded my mind.

We had only recently moved in together.

That day, I suddenly suffered from acute testicular torsion, writhing on the floor in pain, curled up on the sofa as I called Chloe.

I told her I wasn't feeling well, experiencing severe lower abdominal pain, and asked her to come back and take me to the hospital.

Chloe impatiently replied on the phone, "Blake's cat is sick, I need to help him. Can't you just take a cab yourself? Don't be so dramatic, you're a grown man."

Then she hung up.

I forced myself to get up and try to call a cab, but I passed out at the apartment complex entrance.

By the time the security guard got me to the hospital and I woke up, it was already the next day.

The doctor told me I was brought in too late; the lack of blood flow had been too prolonged, my left testicle had necrosed and had to be removed.

When Chloe rushed to the hospital, she knelt by my bed, sobbing hysterically.

She swore she'd only be good to me for the rest of her life, and that she'd never speak to Blake again.

I believed her.

Now, I slammed that blood-and-tear-stained report in front of her.

"Chloe, do you see it clearly?"

I pointed to the date on the report.

"That day, you were at Blake's house 'saving a kitten,' while I was here having a necrotic organ removed. Last night, you were on Blake's bed playing some wild game, while I was in the operating room cutting away his rotten flesh."

"Liam… stop talking…" Chloe's voice was hoarse as she reached for the report.

I slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch it."

"It's dirty."

In front of everyone, I unpinned my ID badge from my chest.

Thwack!

It landed by Chloe's feet.

"This doctor, I'm not being anymore. This woman, I don't want anymore. Blake, Chloe, good luck to you both."

With that, I turned to leave.

Chloe seemed to finally react.

She lunged forward like a maniac, trying to block me.

"Liam! You can't leave!" she shrieked behind me, her voice filled with panic.

A hand suddenly cut in, blocking Chloe.

It was Dr. Scarlett Smith from our department.

Usually a quiet person, Scarlett's face was frighteningly cold.

"Ms. Chloe, please respect yourself."

She pushed Chloe, sending her stumbling back a few steps.

Chloe hit the doorframe, utterly disheveled.

Blake cried out Chloe's name from the bed, telling her not to chase me.

The scene was chaotic.

I didn't look back.

Walking out of the hospital building, I took out my phone and blocked Chloe on every contact platform.

Even her parents, her friends.

Then, I dialed a number.

"Hello, Captain."

"It's Liam."

"Is it still possible to sign up for the medical aid mission in the remote mountains?"

A surprised voice came from the other end.

"Yes! We desperately need a surgeon! You leave tomorrow!"