Chapter 18

Silas was dazed for a moment; he didn't know how he had driven to the Ability Medical Station or how he had ended up sitting in his office.

Until a knock on the door shattered the silence. It was Yara.

Silas’s eyes beneath his glasses flashed with a touch of coldness.

Yara was wearing her white lab coat, turning to lock the door behind her. The buttons of her coat were only loosely fastened.

Yara stepped forward, her voice as thin as silk, her tone coquettish: "Senior brother, Yara knows your heart is broken because sister-in-law is gone, but your health is what matters. You are the pillar of our medical station; you mustn't collapse."

Just as she finished speaking, she stepped closer, leaning forward. The buttons at her chest swayed, threatening to undo themselves with her movement. Her fair, delicate skin was exposed to the air, yet she seemed completely unaware of her inappropriate attire, looking at him with an indescribable, alluring charm.

Silas looked at her quietly, his gaze filled with a complex emotion.

He suddenly remembered Selene Rivers—those eyes filled with ultimate disappointment, and the wedding ring discarded on the edge of the ruins.

His heart ached fiercely, and he flung away the hand Yara had placed on him.

"Senior brother Silas..."

Yara was flung to the floor. She looked at the man with red eyes, wanting to evoke his pity.

But she was interrupted by Silas’s words, his gaze bone-chillingly cold.

"I know all about the good deeds you've done."

Yara froze, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes. An unnatural smile appeared on her face, and her fingertips gripped her clothes tightly, involuntarily.

"Senior brother, what are you saying? I don't understand..."

As the words fell, Silas’s gaze grew colder, landing on her as if she were already a corpse.

How could he possibly know?

Didn't that 'lecher' say he had already taken care of Wang Mei and her daughter?

"Senior brother Silas..."

"I treated you well. Why?"

Silas picked up the investigation file the law enforcement team had given him that morning and flicked it onto her face.

The sharp paper cut her cheek, and she cried out in pain.

Silas, usually cold and indifferent, grabbed her collar, his eyes scarlet as he interrogated her.

"Selene never did anything to offend you! Why did you harm her like this?!"

...

The office door was kicked open violently. Several law enforcement officers in combat gear filed in, their stern expressions signaling the gravity of the situation. In an instant, the once-peaceful medical station fell into turmoil.

The surrounding wounded and medical staff gathered in the corridor involuntarily, the whispering spreading like ripples.

"I truly never thought the new Doctor Yara would be involved in a criminal case..." a patient with a bandaged arm whispered to the person beside him.

The middle-aged man next to him replied: "You said it! I heard she framed that genius of the purification ability world, getting her expelled. Later, that purification master couldn't take it and jumped into the zombie king’s lair to commit suicide!"

"Sigh, what a tragedy..." A doctor in a white coat shook his head. "I watched the holographic imagery too; that female purification master was beaten quite severely, but everyone didn't know the truth back then; no one dared to act rashly to help her. Who would have thought it would end in a loss of life..."

When Yara was led out of the clinic by the officers, her face was as white as paper.

Only at this moment did she seem to truly realize the severity of the situation.

She struggled violently out of the officer’s grip on her shoulder, enduring the fear in her heart, but her voice couldn't hide her trembling:

"You must have investigated wrong! I never did those things! Why should I go to the Enforcement Bureau with you?!"

An officer looked solemn and warned without backing down:

"Ms. Yara, I will say this again: you need to cooperate with the investigation. You know best what you have done!"

Yara’s composure completely collapsed. In her panic, she looked back and saw Silas standing where he was, watching her being taken away.

Yara grasped at him like he was her last straw, breaking free from the officers and stumbling toward him:

"Senior brother Silas! Silas! Someone must be framing me! Save me! Save me!"

However, she was met only with Silas’s cold and distant gaze.

In that instant, Yara knew she was finished. A look of despair and hatred appeared on her pale face.

"How could you be so heartless, Silas Thorne!"

When she was restrained by the officers again, her shrill voice echoed in the lobby. "No wonder your wife died so miserably!"

Silas turned pale, stung by her words until he bled, looking at the ferocious woman before him in disbelief, stumbling back two steps in his wretchedness.

"God? The single Doctor Silas actually has a family?!"

"What was there to hide?"

Yara didn't care about his collapse. She had sacrificed so much—crystals, her body, her face!

And yet, this heartless man was still playing the gentleman here. Why didn't he reject her directly when she seduced him back then?!

He kept following her to her house; it was only one step away from bed, and she could have obtained his holographic imagery to threaten him into divorcing that woman and binding him to her completely!

But every time, he would back away at that last step. Yara even suspected he was impotent!

The more she thought, the more she hated. If she couldn't drag him down with her, she would ruin his reputation and have him lose his job!

"He’s nothing but a villain! Unwilling to make his marriage to Selene Rivers public, staying at my place every day, living quite comfortably, right, Silas?"

Silas looked at her madness, but instead felt a strange calm, neither sad nor happy. His gaze darkened, and he neither refuted nor admitted it, simply watching as she was led away by the enforcement officers.

The whispering of the crowd continued to spread, mostly cursing both him and Yara.

Suddenly, a familiar face rushed up, and a can of expired nutritional paste smashed hard against his head.

"Doctor Selene, my heart was truly fed to a zombie dog!"

The man was speechless. Looking over, he saw a young purification master who had always loved following Selene around. His eye sockets were dry and aching, but in the end, he said nothing and turned to leave.

The month was only halfway over, and the anonymous complaint messages against Silas grew more numerous. The former genius of traditional medicine had fallen to this dilapidated state; his story spread throughout the medical station, and female doctors behind his back called him a dead scumbag.

Silas neither denied nor grew angry, as if he had accepted the title, or perhaps he had chosen to ignore it indifferently.

It wasn't until the director stopped him and took him back to the director’s office.

"Our base can no longer keep you, Silas."

Chapter 19

"Silas, come with me."

Silas Thorne had just stepped out of the clinic when the director, standing in the corner with a dark expression, gestured for the gloomy man to follow him upstairs.

They remained silent the entire way. For the first time, the director took off his glasses to look closely at the young man, finally letting out a deep sigh and shaking his head in disappointment.

"Silas, I thought you were just going through some trouble, but I never imagined you would do something like this..."

Silas’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find a single excuse for himself.

The director spoke with a solemn face: "Do you know how many complaints have been filed against you? Even if your healing ability is powerful, without good character, you cannot gain the appreciation of others; if you do not give your heart, you certainly won't get one in return. Do you understand these two points?"

Silas’s lips pressed into a thin line. He remained silent for a long time without speaking, and as if remembering something, he shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

"I can’t feel anything anymore."

The director sighed and handed him a drafted resignation form.

Silas had spent years fighting for his position, only to bury it with his own hands. He slowly took the form, signed his name and the date, pressed his fingerprint, rose, and bowed to the director.

"Thank you."

Watching the man’s slightly hunched back as he left, the director felt the pain of losing a rare talent. A genius like Silas was a once-in-a-generation healer.

How could he have turned out to be such a foolish man?

Silas packed his things and left. Taking the final step out of the medical station's alloy door, he looked back at the building he had spent so long in.

Regret and sorrow kept him rooted to the spot for a long time, until finally, he turned and left.