Chapter 34 Dr. Brown
Most people couldn't spot anything unusual about a check, but Zachary wasn't most people. One glance was all it took for him to recognize it.
In Rosewood City, major families like the Jennings and Davis clans had distinctive features on their checks. For instance, all Jennings family checks had the initial "J," while Davis family checks always ended with the number 3.
The check in Zachary's hand ended with exactly that—a 3.
"What else did she have you do?"
Zachary's grip on the check tightened, veins bulging as he barked coldly, the fury he'd been suppressing surging like a tidal wave.
Lucy was terrified, shaking her head frantically. "Nothing else. That's all."
"Are you actually pregnant with Dennis's child?"
Lucas demanded gruffly.
Lucy lowered her eyes, her head hanging as low as possible. Her silence was answer enough—she wasn't pregnant, yet she'd lied and pushed Dennis into a pit of hell.
Lucas was furious. He slapped Lucy's forehead, and she couldn't withstand the force, falling straight to the floor.
"You're a goddamn killer!"
Lucas cursed.
Lucy knew she was in the wrong and didn't dare argue back. She lay sprawled on the floor, wishing she could disappear.
"Mr. Jennings, should we turn her over to the police?"
Lucy panicked completely at Lucas's suggestion. She'd been planning to play dead, but now she didn't dare.
She knelt on the floor. "Sir, I'll give you the check back. Please, just let me go this once. I was blinded by greed—I did something stupid. I'll never do it again."
She kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead hitting the floor with loud thuds.
Zachary leaned back on the sofa, his eyes dark and cold. "Where's the money you scammed?"
"I... I booked some beauty treatments and... spent it all."
There were people in this world who could feast on blood-soaked bread without a care in the world.
Dennis was still a student, naive and trusting. Yet these predators had reached out their claws, trying to drag him into hell.
They deserved to die.
"Take her to Golden Mile Entertainment."
Zachary's thin lips barely parted as he made his decision.
Lucy completely broke down. "Sir, no! I don't want to go to that kind of place!"
Golden Mile Entertainment was a den of vice where all sorts of people gathered. If Zachary said the word, those people would have a thousand ways to torture her.
Lucas stepped forward, grabbed the woman's arm, and forcibly dragged her out.
The room fell quiet again, but Zachary's heart could never be calm. He gripped that check for a long time as a decision quietly took root in his mind.
The next day, Zachary arrived at the company early. He'd barely settled in when Adela knocked and entered.
"Mr. Jennings, Dr. David Brown just returned from California and is currently practicing at Serenity Health Center. He's made significant contributions to neurosurgery. Should we have him..."
Adela asked tentatively.
Zachary was buried in reviewing documents. He'd slept poorly last night, and the back of his head throbbed.
"Arrange for him to consult on Quinley's brother's case."
That evening, Quinley remained at the hospital caring for Dennis as usual. He was in the ICU, still unconscious.
Through the heavy glass door, Quinley's heart ached. She'd been close to Dennis since childhood—their sibling relationship was harmonious. Dennis's accident devastated her most of all.
After Adela reported to Zachary, she contacted David, but surprisingly, he didn't immediately consult on Dennis's case. He only reviewed Dennis's medical records, then went silent.
At 1 AM, he suddenly had a whim and led a team of doctors to Dennis's room.
Quinley had been running around for days and had fallen asleep on the bench outside the room. She was drowsing when she suddenly heard Dennis cry out from inside.
"Denny!"
Quinley jolted awake from her dream. She discovered Dennis's bed surrounded by a circle of white coats—some taking notes, others photographing, everyone busy with their tasks.
In the dead of night, unless there was an emergency, doctors wouldn't appear in patient rooms. Quinley's heart sank as dread washed over her.
She twisted the door handle and rushed inside. "What's wrong with my brother?"
No one answered. Everyone continued with their duties. The lead doctor in the white coat was bent over, holding a long needle, preparing to pierce Dennis's forehead.
"What are you doing?"
Quinley's eyes widened. Too many unexpected things had happened to Dennis recently—she was on edge and couldn't help but overthink.
"Restrain her."
The man wore a surgical mask that covered his face completely. At his words, someone quickly approached Quinley and grabbed her arms.
"Whatever you want to do, come at me! My brother is innocent!"
Quinley struggled, cold sweat beading on her forehead. What were these people planning?
"Shut up!"
The man snapped coldly. He kept his head down, his gaze focused on the needle.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... Time ticked by as Quinley's heart grew tighter and tighter.
The man gripped the thin, long needle between his fingers, moving methodically. The needle tip slowly penetrated Dennis's forehead. As it went deeper, Dennis's face twitched slightly.
Then a miracle happened.
Dennis suddenly opened his eyes and saw Quinley. "Sis."
He called out clearly.
"Denny, you're awake! You're finally awake!"
Quinley was thrilled. She wanted to rush to Dennis's side, but those people still held her back.
David remained calm, pulling out a medical flashlight to examine Dennis's pupils and asking simple questions. Dennis answered everything fluently.
"Transfer him to a regular room for observation."
David methodically put away the needle and walked out expressionlessly.
Quinley hurried after him. "Dr. Brown, thank you for saving my brother."
She bowed deeply to David.
David's gaze swept over Quinley, but his steps didn't pause. "You're so noisy!"
His long, narrow eyes held a wicked, roguish glint—completely at odds with the patient, meticulous temperament expected of a doctor.
"Dr. Brown really lives up to his reputation! That technique was incredible!"
"Of course! It's just that his consultation fees are so high, most people can't afford him!"
When the nurses gathered to gossip, Quinley caught bits of their conversation. She felt suspicious but was too preoccupied to ask more questions.
Dennis was quickly transferred to a regular room. His condition looked good—the nurses ran routine checks, and all his indicators had returned to normal.
"Sis, I must have scared you to death, didn't I?"
Dennis's eyes reddened as soon as he spoke.
Quinley squeezed his hand comfortingly. "You sure did! So don't scare me like that again. You have to stay alive and well."
Dennis nodded emphatically. He'd just woken up, and the doctor had instructed him to rest more.
After his injection, Dennis drifted back into sleep. The weight lifted from Quinley's heart. Soon, she was also asleep, her head resting beside Dennis's bed.
This time, she had a long dream. In it, she and Dennis were children again, riding bicycles—one large, one small—along the moat. The wind whipped around them, the sky was purple-blue, and she and Dennis laughed and played, completely carefree.
Suddenly, Dennis hit a stone and crashed heavily to the ground. Quinley was terrified and cried out, "Denny—"
Her shout was so loud it woke her from the dream. When she opened her eyes, a tall figure stood beside her.