Reminded by Hannah, Jack quickly asked, "How is Officer Bishop?"
"Cough!" Zoe, with an unwavering expression, walked over and coughed lightly, causing Hannah to reluctantly release her arms around Jack's neck. She glared at Hannah before saying to Jack, "Dr. House, the best chief surgeon at the Central Hospital, is operating on her. He said that thanks to your first aid, Officer Bishop is not in danger of life."
Jack looked at Tim, who was hugging his arms, and asked with concern, "Officer Bradford, is your wife okay?"
Tim's stern face rarely forced a smile and nodded, "Isabella's operation was completed this afternoon. The doctor said there is a high possibility that she will wake up." He paused, his expression serious. He was poked by Lucy's arm who was smiling at the side. It seemed that he had made up his mind and continued with difficulty, "You can call me Tim from now on. Thank you again for saving my life today. You are the best rookie I have ever seen."
Jack grinned happily. It was not easy to get praise from this guy. This bullet was not in vain. He then turned to Lucy, who had also been shot. "Are you okay?"
Lucy patted her chest proudly. "The doctor said if my cup size was a size smaller, I might have fractured it. Now, aside from a little bruising, nothing's wrong."
Jack glanced at the women around him, thinking he was the only one with a B cup. What a boast! He quipped, "If it were anyone else, they wouldn't even have a bruise, right?"
Angela slapped him on the shoulder. "If you weren't injured, Lucy and I would beat you up right now."
Everyone laughed for a moment, and then Maureen, a woman with gold-rimmed glasses, appeared out of nowhere and took the handle of Jack's wheelchair. "Alright, everyone, this handsome guy needs a few more tests, so I'll have to leave him to you," she said, winking at Zoe as she wheeled Jack out of the surgical waiting area.
Maureen wheeled Jack from the elevator to a doctor's office on the fifth floor, closed the door, and laid him on a cot.
"I think I've found your problem," she said, picking up a stack of reports from the desk and sitting down beside Jack's bed.
"Uh, did Zoe tell you?" Jack swallowed hard.
The scent of the bespectacled woman's perfume had been lingering on him ever since. Now, sitting down beside the bed, her white coat lifted slightly, revealing the edge of her black stockings and garters further up through the slit, further clouding his already fragile resolve from the aftereffects.
Maureen snorted softly, as if expressing displeasure at Jack for not informing her immediately afterward. "Yes, Zoe called me before you came in, so I could schedule the tests I needed during your pre-operative checkup."
Jack's Adam's apple rose, and he desperately tried to avert his gaze from the hollow of her stockings. In the enclosed room, the alluring scent of feminine perfume seemed to grow stronger.
"So, what's my problem?"
Maureen seemed oblivious to Jack's annoyance, her eyes never leaving the report in her hands. "Blood tests show that your adrenaline levels have remained elevated since you were taken to the hospital. Your body's adrenaline levels have only slightly decreased since you left the high-pressure environment, but they're still above the daily average. Your so-called desire to kill stems from this."
"So, it's my body?"
Maureen shook her head. "Aren't you surprised you needed a full-body MRI after being shot in the leg? I've checked your brain and adrenal glands, and there are no tumors or signs of disease. So, my initial assessment is that this is a subconscious issue. Your brain has been assuming you're in danger, and as if to offset the side effects of adrenaline, your dopamine, endorphins, and testosterone levels have also been elevated. This also fits with your ability to remain calm during combat."
"Oh shit, I don't think I'm calm at all." Jack felt like his sanity was a steel wire about to snap, just a little more strength.
"You fool, this is a talent given to you by God. You are born to be an excellent warrior. If you were born in ancient times, you would definitely be the strongest knight in the world and the lover that noble ladies would dream of."
Maureen snapped the report shut and looked at Jack with the look of a dragon discovering a mountain of gold coins.
"I'd rather not have this damn talent, Maureen. Could you please call Zoe for me?" Jack felt his breath coming to an end. What kind of perfume did this woman use? It was damn alluring, making him want to bury his head in her arms and breathe deeply.
"Hmph, what do you want? You want Zoe to come to my office and do something bad with you? You hormone-driven male beast, this is my office!" Maureen leaned over to look at him, her rich, deep cleavage visible through her open collar. Though her words were sarcastic, a seductive curve curved her lips.
"Hiss!" It was like a hammer hitting a steel wire that was about to break. Jack could swear that the glasses-wearing woman was acting this way on purpose.
"Besides." Maureen's delicate hand pressed against Jack's chest, slowly unbuttoning his hospital gown. "Zoe has a duty now. She just begged me to take good care of you, a patient. Do you have a better way to calm your subconscious?"
"A wounded beast is very dangerous," Jack gritted his teeth.
"It's okay. I locked the door. It can't hurt anyone." Maureen's voice became even more alluring than the Soviet refrigerator Jack encountered in the game in his previous life.
She reached out and lifted a strand of hair from her ear. She licked her pink lips with her tongue and slowly lowered her head.
"I'm a patient, and you're my doctor." The wire in his brain snapped completely, but Jack still tried to struggle.
Maureen looked up and gave him a stern look. "So just stay still. Doctor Sister will treat you."
An hour later, there was a sharp knock on the door.
"Maureen, are you in there?" It was Zoe's voice.
"Wait a moment." Maureen, who was lying in Jack's arms, patted the man who was so nervous that his whole body was stiff. She got up lazily, put on her white coat, opened the door to let Zoe in, and then locked it again.
(End of this chapter)