"Oh."

The woman responded.

Dirk Carter saw her purse her lips.

As if she had something difficult to say.

He asked, "Sis, is there something you need?"

The woman clutched at the quilt, nodded, and said sheepishly, "I... I need to pee urgently."

"Oh, I'll go find a nurse for you right away."

Dirk immediately opened the door.

The entire hallway was empty, as the group of nurses had all gone off in search of the troublemaker.

Helplessly.

Dirk had to come back and ask, "Sis, are you in a hurry? They've all gone after that guy..."

The woman's expression was already showing discomfort.

It looked like she couldn't hold it much longer.

But with a wound on her belly, taking her to the toilet was obviously out of the question.

Dirk found a brand-new urinal under the bed and said, "Sister, there's only this urinal. How about I help you? Don't worry, I absolutely won't peek."

Though it was very embarrassing.

At the moment, there was no other choice.

"Can... can you help me take off my pants? I... my stomach hurts a bit."

The woman originally wanted to take off her own pants. She tried several times, feeling troubled, and finally had to speak up.

Dirk nodded.

Then, without opening the quilt, he put his hand under it.

He felt for the woman's hips, then pulled down her pants along with her underwear in one go.

Next.

He deliberately turned his body to the side.

And slid the urinal under the quilt.

This was the first time Dirk was doing something like this, and to be honest, he was a bit nervous.

After roughly setting it in place.

Dirk was about to let go.

The woman's face flushed as she said, "It's not aligned."

"Oh."

Dirk adjusted the urinal again.

The woman spoke again, "Still not aligned."

Oh my god.

Why can't it be aligned?

Dirk, at a loss, moved it several more times. The woman's voice grew lower, saying, "It's still not aligned, I... I'm having trouble holding it. Why don't you just lift the quilt and take a look?"

She said it with much shyness.

After all, in front of a stranger, asking him to lift the quilt to help her align the urinal was quite awkward.

Dirk also noticed the woman's urgency.

He couldn't care about much else.

He said, "Sister, I'm really sorry."

With that.

He gently lifted a corner of the quilt.

The woman's lower body was completely exposed before his eyes.

The dense forest, due to surgery, had already been cleared, leaving only some stubble.

Dirk had seen many women, and had encountered various types, but this was his first time seeing one like this before him.

The whole shape.

Was like a white bun split down the middle, appearing bulging and smooth.

"Is... is it okay?"

The woman's reminder brought Dirk back to his senses, and he quickly covered it with the urinal opening.

"Could you... could you step outside for a moment?"

The woman asked.

Dirk nodded.

Opened the door and went into the hallway.

At that moment, Dirk felt a surge of emotions.

Not because he was seeing a different "shape."

But because both of the woman's thighs had writing on them.

On the left thigh were four crooked words: "Welcome to f***."

And on the right thigh, in the same handwriting, were four words: "I am a whore."

What on earth had this woman gone through?

Judging by her appearance, she didn't seem like a lascivious person.

It was none of his business, so he didn't ask.

Roughly a minute later, he knocked on the door and asked, "Sister, are you done?"

"Hmm, I'm done."

After getting a response.

Dirk entered the door again.

Took the urinal out from under the quilt.

And asked, "Sister, do you want me to wipe for you?"

"N... no need."

The woman was obviously embarrassed.

Dirk pulled out a napkin and said, "It's okay, sister, I won't peek."

With that, without waiting for the woman's consent.

His hand reached into the quilt.

During the process of wiping, he inadvertently touched the triangular area. The woman let out a soft moan and buried her head in the quilt.

Dirk wiped it clean.

Then disposed of the urinal and tissue before returning to the bedside.

The woman finally poked her head out of the quilt, her face flushed, and said, "Thank you, Dirk."

"Sister, you can just call me Dirk. By the way, I still don't know your name."

Dirk asked.

The woman sighed and said, "My name is Helen Fletcher."

"Oh, I think you might be older than me. How about I call you Sister Helen?"

"Okay."

"Sister Helen, I think you're really pretty, you have a mixed-race feel."

"Hmm, my mother is Russian."

Helen Fletcher said.

Dirk laughed and said, "No wonder, I felt that Sister Helen was different. To be honest, you're the first beauty like you that I've seen."

No woman dislikes hearing compliments.

Helen Fletcher was no different.

After some back and forth, Helen's mood gradually stabilized.

Helen told Dirk that she wasn't local, just visiting, and hadn't expected this incident during the trip. She had already called her husband, and he was on his way.

Hearing that family was coming.

Dirk felt much relieved.

They chatted a bit longer.

Helen seemed sleepy, wanting to sleep.

Only then did Dirk leave the ward, feeling reassured.

Just after exiting the ward, at the end of the hallway, he saw a man in a white coat waiting anxiously, none other than the leering man who had been peeking.

Upon seeing Dirk, he quickly whistled twice.

Signaling him to come over.

Dirk walked over.

The man looked around and pulled him into the stairwell, clasping his hands together in a pleading manner, saying, "Brother, please, whatever you do, keep this a secret, or I'll lose my job."

"Why didn't you think of that when you were peeping?"

Dirk asked expressionlessly.

The male doctor looked aggrieved and said, "I wasn't trying to peek at others, I just... I just wanted to peek at that nurse named Bebe."

"And that doesn't count as peeping?"

Dirk asked.

The man didn't know what to do.

He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, how about this: set a condition, as long as I can do it, I will."

Dirk thought for a moment and asked, "What's your name? What kind of doctor are you at this hospital?"

The man didn't want to say, but looking at Dirk's cold gaze, he reluctantly said, "My name is Arlo Yarbrough, I'm an orthopedic doctor."

"Then let me ask, why are you so skilled?"

Arlo Yarbrough scratched his head and said, "I've been practicing martial arts since I was young, even won championships in martial arts and sanda. My dream was to be a martial arts star, but somehow ended up as a doctor."

"Do you know Dr. Rosalind Sullivan?"

Dirk asked.

Arlo Yarbrough nodded and said, "Dr. Sullivan is the most beautiful flower in our county hospital, how could I not know her?"

"Do you know about her and the director?"

Dirk continued to ask.

Arlo Yarbrough's eyes widened suddenly.

He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Dude, we shouldn't be talking about this, or I'll be in trouble."

"It's fine if you don't say, I'll go find that nurse Bebe now."

Dirk said.

Arlo Yarbrough panicked upon hearing that.

He grabbed Dirk's arm in a rush.

Saying, "Why are you in such a hurry, I didn't say I wouldn't tell..."

In the ensuing time.

Arlo Yarbrough recounted the story he knew.

It happened three days ago.

The director's wife suddenly stormed into the director's office. At that time, only the director and Rosalind Sullivan were inside, and it's said they were caught red-handed in an inappropriate act by the director's wife.

Seeing this scene.

She was furious.

And dragged Rosalind Sullivan out by her hair, right in front of all the doctors, and beat her up.

"The director's wife already looked sturdy, and a lot of doctors tried to intervene, but she pushed them all away. They couldn't stop her, couldn't stop her at all."

Arlo Yarbrough sighed and said.

Dirk nodded and asked, "And the director? What did he do at that time?"

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