Chapter 143 He is Called Beckett, He Lost His Memory
Gerald looked at Cressida and me with satisfaction.
"I don't like dealing with people from mafia families, but I'm willing to maintain a friendly relationship with you both. If you have any medical questions, feel free to come to me. I hope you go far in the medical field."
Gerald was getting old after all. After saying these encouraging words, he looked tired and went back to his room to rest.
Many people in the banquet hall were waiting to connect with me, while Cressida was completely ignored.
But she didn't lose her temper and quietly prepared to leave.
Roger followed her, and from his smug expression, I could tell he was up to no good.
I stopped him. "Don't go bother her again."
Roger seemed reluctant. "Chances to mock Cressida don't come often. If I miss this one, it's gone."
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and chuckled. "You two still have to work together for three more months."
Roger's eyes widened. "She actually didn't deny it? No way, I need to take time off! I need a long vacation!"
"Don't even think about it." I walked away with a smile.
Evening.
The crystal chandelier lit up the banquet hall like daylight.
The gold-plated tableware was so clear it could reflect people's faces, and the crimson carpet swallowed the sound of footsteps coming and going.
The air floated with the intoxicating scent of wine.
Those who came to watch the competition today were all people paying attention to the Chaotic Zone.
Some were local powers from Starstream City, some came from other places, and more than half came from Dawnharbor.
I took the opportunity to keep them here, hosting a banquet. Everyone, no matter what they were thinking, at least pretended well on the surface.
Chatting, singing and dancing, wine tasting—at first glance, everything seemed harmonious.
I held a glass of champagne, my arm linked with Lucas's, quietly observing the undercurrents in the room.
"What are you looking at?" Lucas asked.
To become my companion, Lucas had defeated Jonas and convinced Brian and Marcus—it took quite some effort.
"Looking at who's close to whom, which groups have formed alliances." I stared at a fake-smiling couple without blinking and said in a low voice, "Don't you find it interesting?"
Lucas shook his head, leaning some of his weight on me, his nose brushing against my cheek. "I'll investigate this intelligence and give it to you directly. Right now, put your attention on me. Bella, you've given enough time to others today."
I turned to look at him, our noses brushing past each other.
"I decide how I spend my time. I'll look at whoever I want."
Our breaths intertwined, but my words weren't tender at all.
"Fine." Lucas seemed reluctant but still compromised.
I raised one hand to gently stroke his cheek, then stood on my tiptoes and kissed the corner of Lucas's mouth. "I'm already being sweet to you, so stop sulking."
A hint of a smile appeared in Lucas's eyes as he affectionately pecked my lips.
"Be sweet to me a few more times," he said.
The champagne in my hand was far less intoxicating than Lucas's voice. I was almost falling for it when Gerald walked over, and I lowered the hand that had been hooked around Lucas's neck.
"I seem to have interrupted something good," Gerald said teasingly.
"Not at all. Sometimes a too-clingy companion can be troublesome too." I responded openly, gently elbowing Lucas behind me.
Lucas shrugged. "Good evening, nice to see you."
"Your eyes don't say that," Gerald smiled. "The night is still young, spare me some time."
I blushed a bit from the teasing, pinched the back of Lucas's hand, then looked at the man beside Gerald.
He was a handsome young man.
His light brown short hair was perfectly groomed with a few strands falling over his forehead. He had prominent brow bones, narrow eyes, and a just-right smile at the corners of his mouth.
I could probably guess who he was.
"His name is Beckett, a very excellent doctor." Gerald introduced him to me seriously. "He's also very talented in pharmacology. I gave him the same questions you did today, and his time and accuracy rate were on par with yours!"
Beckett—sure enough, he was the person Jacqueline mentioned.
Sounds pretty impressive? I raised an eyebrow, dropped my casual attitude, and examined him again.
Beckett met my gaze calmly, but for some reason, a strange sense of dissonance spread through my mind.
Suddenly, my vision darkened as a warm, dry hand covered my eyes.
Lucas's low voice sounded close to my ear. "Is he that good-looking?"
I pulled Lucas's hand away. Lucas let out a soft hum and obediently lowered it, but gripped my wrist tightly.
Gerald watched us with a knowing smile in his eyes.
I cleared my throat. "Sorry, I got distracted."
Beckett smiled to show he didn't mind, with some curiosity in his eyes. "Do you know me?"
"No, this is the first time I've seen you today," I said.
Beckett's eyes dimmed, his voice carrying a barely noticeable disappointment. "I see. Sorry, I was presumptuous. You were staring at me, so I thought you knew me."
Gerald sighed with a touch of regret. "Beckett is very likely the Miracle Surgeon, but he's lost his memory."
"Lost his memory?" I repeated in surprise.
"About a year ago, Beckett was in a terrible accident and was seriously injured. His head was severely traumatized, and when he woke up, he didn't remember who he was. Even reporting it to the police couldn't identify him."
"The name 'Beckett' was given to him by someone else." Gerald pointed at Beckett's head and said helplessly, "There's a blood clot pressing on his nerves. Unfortunately, if I weren't so old, I would definitely perform the surgery myself. Isabella, perhaps you have a way to solve this?"
I asked in confusion, "Since he doesn't even know who he is, why do you think he's the Miracle Surgeon?"
"Although there are countless rumors about the Miracle Surgeon, there are only a few core characteristics: male, young, and good-looking." Gerald said. "Beckett fits all of these perfectly. More importantly, his medical style is almost identical to Doyle's! Unless he's Doyle's student, who could imitate him so closely?"
"So there's no evidence to prove he's the Miracle Surgeon," Lucas said bluntly.
Gerald admitted, "Yes, there's no evidence. But if we could restore Beckett's memory and help him find his family, that would be a good thing too."
After a moment of silence, I said regretfully, "Sorry, Gerald. My hands were injured before, so I can't perform delicate brain surgery. I'm afraid I can't help."
The expectation on Gerald's face instantly turned to deep surprise and regret. He looked at my hands, hesitating to speak, and finally just let out a heavy sigh. "What a shame, such a shame."
"Although I can't do it, Roger might be able to," I told them. "If you don't mind, come to the hotel's hospital for an examination tomorrow."
Beckett nodded slightly, and Gerald didn't refuse either.
After the banquet ended, on the way home I was still thinking about the sense of dissonance Beckett gave me.
Lucas had been silent the whole way, sulking.
When we were almost home, he suddenly leaned over and pressed me against the soft leather seat, his hot breath hitting my face.
Before I could react, Lucas lowered his head and bit my lip, grinding and pressing against it heavily as if punishing me.