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OP Doctor - Ch 224
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 16:03:01 +0000 UTCChapter 224: Overthinking Strikes Again!
After witnessing this scene, Hancock’s heart rate clearly spiked!
Her cheeks grew even hotter—so much that wisps of steam began rising from her.
The way she looked at Vir changed.
It was really him.
Those purple eyes.
Exactly like the ones in the newspaper.
No mistake about it.
It was Vir.
He’d touched her head.
And even stepped onto her bed...
What was he planning?
Did he want to marry her and... consummate the marriage?
In that moment, Hancock finally understood why Rayleigh had given her that strange look when she mentioned finding Vir to heal her.
Because this man was Vir in disguise.
Letting him heal her meant letting Vir heal her.
But why would Vir disguise himself as someone she’d find repulsive?
What could that accomplish, other than making her hate him?
What did he gain from her hating him?
Nothing. He gained nothing.
Yet, he must have had his reasons.
And then, her love-struck brain kicked into overdrive.
And she got it!
He wanted her to hate him.
Because he’d just killed three Celestial Dragons, and the Marines would surely hunt him down!
If she hated him, it would keep her clear of any connection to him.
The Marines wouldn’t come after her.
He was healing her without letting her feel grateful...
Was it really worth it?
To heal the scar on her back, even at the cost of her despising him.
Why...
Why was this man...
Why was he so good to her...
When they’d only just met.
When they barely knew each other.
Yet he’d done so much for her.
Asking for nothing in return, just to remove that ugly scar from her past.
Why...
Was this... love?
Why was this man so foolish?
Doing all this, yet not wanting her to know.
He was... so foolish...
At this thought, Hancock’s vision began to blur.
Tears started streaming down the corners of her eyes.
In truth, there was nothing wrong with Hancock’s reasoning.
From her perspective, it seemed like Vir was doing exactly that.
Healing her, even if it meant being hated.
And making sure she didn’t feel any gratitude.
Because that could bring her trouble.
This...
Even a normal person would struggle to think straight in her shoes, let alone someone as lovestruck as her.
But now, Vir was completely dumbfounded.
Now it was his turn to be lost without a script.
What was going on?
Three giant question marks hovered over Vir’s head.
Her feverish state was one thing.
But why was she crying?
Vir forced himself to calm down.
He tried to figure out what kind of condition this was.
But just then, he noticed something moving on the bed.
Picking it up, he looked closely.
Well, damn, that’s familiar!
No way!
It was his Vivre Card!
Why was his Vivre Card here?!
WHO DID THIS?!
This was bad!
Really bad!
His eight million points were gone!
All because of this tiny piece of paper!
Vir’s mentality shattered on the spot!
He flopped flat on his back next to Hancock.
His entire being screamed two words:
Give up!
Now he understood everything.
No wonder he wasn’t getting any negative points.
There was a traitor in the mix!
His identity had been exposed!
But even if his identity was exposed, was it really that bad?
Not even a single point was coming in.
What did that mean?
It meant this woman wasn’t resisting his presence at all.
Wasn’t that a bit much?
They’d only just met!
And she wasn’t even slightly bothered by him touching her?
This woman... he didn’t even know what to say.
Her imagination was way too wild!
How was he supposed to heal her now?
He had no energy left to try.
Pack it up, time to disband.
Vir had completely given up.
All he wanted now was to lie there and soothe his wounded soul.
He was so upset.
He really wanted to kick Rayleigh’s big butt a couple of times to vent.
Just then, Hancock, lying beside him, finally stopped crying.
She was still completely drained, unable to turn her head.
She just stared at the ceiling, her voice soft as she asked,
“Why... are you so kind to me?”
Her voice was so faint that if Vir hadn’t been lying right next to her, he wouldn’t have heard it.
But that question? Annoyed as he was, Vir had no interest in answering.
'Good to you? I’m just trying to make a living off you, is that so hard?'
'And you’re not even giving me face here.'
Since his cover was blown, Vir decided to drop the act.
With a swipe of his hand across his face, his appearance, figure, and clothes all reverted to normal.
Sure, he didn’t hit the eight million mark he’d hoped for.
But what he had now wasn’t bad.
At least it was enough.
He could afford that Vibro-Blade.
And with a little extra to spare.
Not bad.
As Vir was planning his bright future, he suddenly realized something.
He’d forgotten something important.
If his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Hancock seemed to have fallen for him.
And it was all because of her own imagination.
Now, here’s the question: when a love-struck woman falls for you, how do you make her feel negative emotions?
Tough question.
Even Vir couldn’t figure it out.
Because it was really hard to make her feel anything negative toward him.
But if he couldn’t make her feel negative toward him...
Then how about toward others?
How?
There were plenty of people outside.
If he gave her a massage—a spicy one, with some extra flair.
With his skills, plus a little electric shock assist.
Her making some noise wouldn’t be a problem, right?
And with so many people outside...
Wouldn’t she feel embarrassed?
Right?
Right?!
This... might actually work!
Instantly rejuvenated, Vir sprang up like a carp leaping from water, his fighting spirit fully reignited!
Hancock, seeing that familiar figure in her field of vision, smiled.
She hadn’t been wrong.
It was really him.
Since he was already exposed, Vir figured he might as well explain the process to Hancock.
But just as he opened his mouth, he met her expectant gaze, waiting for his answer.
Oh, right—she’d asked him a question he hadn’t answered.
Why was he so good to her?
He had to clear this up.
“I’m not being good to you. I’m just doing my own thing.”
After Vir spoke, Hancock froze for a moment.
And then...
The mental gymnastics began.
He said he wasn’t being good to her.
He was just doing his own thing.
Didn’t that mean she was his thing?
Or rather... she was his.
Why was this man so bold with his words?
How was she supposed to respond to that...
They’d only just met, and he was already claiming her?
So domineering...
But... she liked it...
