Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Watch closely, Mr. Morgan

The woman, in her thirties, was stylishly dressed and clearly well-off, pushing a wheelchair. The man in the wheelchair was in his forties, thin and looked rather listless.

When the woman saw Blair, her eyes lit up with admiration.

Then she noticed Ethan on the wheelchair, a handsome young man, and her gaze lingered on him for a few moments before she looked away.

Ethan pursed his lips, deducing from their actions that they were a couple.

“Even with her husband in a wheelchair, she’s still checking out other guys. Doesn’t seem like the type to sit still,” he muttered.

Blair, pushing his wheelchair, brushed past them.

Just as they passed the man in the wheelchair, a notification popped up in front of Ethan: “Severely ill individual detected. Accept end-of-life commission?”

“Huh?” Ethan blinked, then said to Blair, “Hold up, let’s take a different path for our walk.”

Blair nodded and turned the wheelchair around.

They were in a hospital, surrounded by family members walking with their sick loved ones, so their actions didn’t draw any attention.

Blair quickly caught on to his intentions and followed the woman into the hospital ward, asking, “Do you know them?”

Ethan rested his chin on his hand, staring at the hospital building. “We can’t make our video now, we need to find a new way to make money.”

“That woman, coming to see her husband, decked out in designer from head to toe and not a trace of sorrow on her face. I think the man might need our help.”

He couldn’t exactly say that the system had assigned him a task.

“Blair, let’s find out more about their situation first. If possible, we might be able to help him.”

“Okay.” Blair positioned his wheelchair by the roadside where the sun was shining.

She turned and walked outside the ward, approaching a nurse who had just come out.

Blair was dressed casually today in a sporty jacket, jeans, and sneakers, exuding a cool, androgynous charm. She smiled flirtatiously, “Hello.”

“Ah? Hello!” The nurse was visibly charmed by Blair’s tall, handsome appearance.

People naturally feel more attracted to good-looking individuals.

Blair, undoubtedly appealing to both men and women, struck up a conversation, and the nurse shared everything she knew.

They exchanged contact information.

The nurse watched Blair walk away, admiration in her eyes. “Such a dashing lady, is she a model?”

Of course, she had no idea that the ‘lady’ she was talking about was barely an adult.

Ethan squinted his eyes, basking in the sun like an old man.

Blair walked back from behind him.

“The man’s name is Michael Morgan, 35 years old, late-stage stomach cancer. He could live over a year with aggressive treatment, but his condition has recently worsened.”

“The woman is Victoria Martin, his wife. Since he’s been hospitalized, she hired a caregiver for him and visits every two or three days.”

“Michael also has a brother who comes to visit every day.”

“Your ability to gather information is incredible,” Ethan raised an eyebrow. He had thought Blair would only find out which room they were in at best.

But she had managed to clarify their entire relationship.

“It’s no secret,” Blair said with a smirk. “What’s the next step, big bro?”

“Huh?” Ethan blinked, surprised, looking up at Blair’s dashing face. She rarely called him ‘big brother.’

“I’ll head back to the room first.”

Scarlett was preparing for her Teacher Certification exam and wouldn’t be around for a few days.

Once again, it would just be him and Blair sharing a room.

After the door to the room closed.

He immediately got up from the wheelchair, no longer needing to pretend since there were no outsiders around.

“By the way, Blair, you come here right after school every day. Don’t you have any club activities to attend?” Ethan asked casually as he pulled out a notebook and tapped it with a pen.

Blair, lying on the adjacent hospital bed and typing rapidly on her phone, replied without looking up, “I quit the club.”

“What?” Ethan looked up, remembering that Blair was a key player in the school’s basketball club.

“Just didn’t feel like playing anymore,” Blair said with a smile, putting down her phone. “You know me, I’m always hot and cold about things.”

“Fair enough,” Ethan nodded, not pressing further.

“Emily asked me to take a picture of you,” Blair said, turning to him with a playful smile in her eyes. “She thinks if she changes her desktop wallpaper to her boyfriend’s photo, she’ll pass all her exams.”

“Sure,” Ethan chuckled, flashing a peace sign as Blair clicked the camera button on her phone.

“I’m not dating her, though,” he added quickly.

“Mhm,” Blair responded nonchalantly, checking her phone. “She’s prepping for Yale Law School’s Early Decision Program.”

“She’s really something,” Ethan mused, picturing Emily on stage that day, dressed in a black gown with a butterfly mask, exuding elegance and grace. “But if it’s her, she can definitely make it.”

Getting into Yale Law School almost guaranteed a government job later on, followed by climbing the ranks to become a key official.

Ethan thought about it,their social standings would likely be quite different in the future.

Their encounters and the flirtation between them seemed more like a game Emily played out of boredom.

“I’m actually relieved,” Ethan felt no regret. No matter how outstanding Emily was, she was irrelevant to him.

His heart had always been set on someone else from the start.

If he and Emily could just go their separate ways, it would save a lot of trouble.

That woman was quirky, purely someone with a wicked sense of humor who loved seeking pleasure and fun.

Back in the hospital room, the two of them went about their separate tasks.

The next day, Ethan found Michael’s room. Making sure no one was inside, he knocked and then pushed his wheelchair in.

It was a private room.

“Hello?” Michael, lying in bed, frowned as he saw Ethan enter, mistaking him for a doctor at first. “Did you enter the wrong room?”

“Mr. Morgan, hello,” Ethan said, wheeling himself to the bedside. “I’m staying in the intensive care unit, VIP room 06, my name’s Ethan. I’m here hoping I can offer you some help.”

Hearing that Ethan was also a patient with serious conditions, Michael’s expression softened a bit.

Living there meant the young man before him was, like himself, not long for this world, which evoked a sense of pity.

“Thank you, but I think I don’t need help,” Michael said, his face pale as he forced a smile.

He wasn’t surprised by the offer of help,such mutual aid groups among patients were common.

He looked at Ethan again, thinking how could this boy, in his condition, help anyone.

“Mr. Morgan, you definitely need my help. I’m not just one of those support group members,” Ethan said, noticing there were no cameras in the room. He leaned forward, looking directly into Michael’s eyes. “I’m actually someone with abilities beyond ordinary human understanding.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Michael paused, then chuckled wryly, “Alright, what kind of superpowers do you have then?”

At the end of his life, he didn’t mind a bit of entertainment.

He couldn’t tell if the boy was delusional or just trying to cheer him up with a joke.

“Watch closely, Mr. Morgan,” Ethan said, standing up from the wheelchair. He unzipped his pants and flung them towards the TV remote on the bedside table.

With a “crack,” the remote shattered instantly.