Chapter 423.<h4><b><strong>Chapter 423. Heading to a Bustling City: </strong>Scamming a Doctor. (2/4)</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t really want to ask you to go too far. All I need you to do is arrange a situation that would make the doctor look really bad. We’ll record it and use it as dirt to ckmail them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm? Just that? I thought you were going to ask me to sleep with them or something. Wouldn’t it be easier if I just did that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The whole point of me teaching you how to proofread and edit was to minimize you having to do those sorts of things. One possibility was to promise a sexual favor in return after they’ve done the MRI for free. You could just scam them, but the doctor might just go and bill for the MRI after the fact if we didn’t fulfill our end of the bargain. Even if we do fulfill our end of the bargain, they could still go back on their word too. In fact, they may even try to push for more.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, I see, that’s certainly true.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Which is why the best option is to preemptively put ourselves in a position of power. Rather than the doctor holding leverage over us, we would hold leverage over them. If they have a wife and family it could put a big crack in their rtionship. Alternatively, the notion that the doctor is sleeping with patients could damage them socially. Their reputation would go down the gutter and they could even lose their job if their employer gets involved.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s a pretty good idea. They have a lot to lose if we do it that way. But… what’s in it for me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… you’d be doing me a big favor?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But what’s my reward for this mission?” She tapped on her lower lip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My eternal gratitude?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then I’m not doing it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What about some money?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not interested.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t want money.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then… what do you want?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sometime during the week you’re here... I uh… would like to go to a cinema and watch a movie together… like siblings… just the two of us. If that’s the reward I’ll cooperate.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s it? That’s all you want?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you saying I asked for too little and I could’ve asked for more?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. Not at all. You’re asking for a very big reward.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Liar. You just said-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I ept your condition. Going to a movie together. It’s settled, negotiations are officially closed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright then~ it’s settled~ no going back on your word~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Huh? I really didn’t like how she said that. Did I make a mistake and jump to seal the deal too quickly?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s with that tone of yours?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What tone?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you nning?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing~ nothing at all~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d be a fool to really believe that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, shouldn’t you return to that girl you entered with?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tsk. You’re not wrong… I do need to get back to her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then hurry up and go so I can get to work. You need to let me know the doctor’s name so I can schedule an appointment with him to make the appropriate arrangements.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. I’ll text you his details in a bit. Check-in as soon as you get it and ask for that doctor. If asked anything, just say a friend referred you to him specifically for your problem.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay. Sounds good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria turned and headed back to where she’d been staking out the hospital from. I, on the other hand, reentered the hospital and took the elevator back up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I returned to the room, the door was open. I peeked inside and saw Dawn was alone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh sure took your time in the washroom.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’d already been twenty minutes since I left.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Has the doctor still not arrived?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, they did arrive, but he already left after I told him about my daydreaming problem. I asked if I could have an MRI scan done to see if there was anything wrong with me and he agreed. He told me to wait here. He said it’ll be an hour before I can go in.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you get his name?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What was it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Doctor ke.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I took out my phone and sent the doctor’s name over to Wisteria.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She immediately replied and confirmed she received it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you sending Rosa a text?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. I’m just letting her know what happened and giving her a heads up on how long it might take for me to get back. If I gave her no name at all for the doctor I’d sound less credible. If I gave her a fake name and she searched for it online or called the hospital to confirm they’re a real doctor she might think I’m lying and get the wrong idea.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, so that’s why you wanted their name.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.” It’s definitely not because I’ve concocted a nefarious honey trap to ckmail a free MRI scan out of him or anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaah, I was a devil, it can’t be helped. Being a devil was truly the most convenient excuse I could use for my evil doings.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I took a seat in the chair beside her and patiently awaited the doctor’s arrival.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">About an hourter, a man in a whiteb coat entered the room and said, “Miss, please follow me, one of our MRI rooms has freed up now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.” Down rose to her feet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When he noticed my presence in the room, his gaze shifted from her to me and he asked, “This is?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The boy I mentioned before who brought me to the hospital.” Dawn immediately responded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. You’re quite the good samaritan to bring a girl you only met today all the way to the city, young man.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It wasn’t anything much. About her condition.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve already heard the whole story from her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… you don’t need to know all the things I tried to get her to snap out of her daydream?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Didn’t you just shake her to wake her up?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. I tried quite a few other things than just that actually. I tried stimting all of her senses but nothing worked. First was revving the engine of my motorcycle loudly beside her. I tried pping her cheeks a few times. I also covered her eyes to see if a change in lighting would snap her out of her trance. When those tests didn’t work, I tried using some flowers to stimte her sense of smell. I even tried with some strands of wheat and even brushed the bushy parts under her nose to get her to sneeze but even that failed. After that, I moved on to taste. I stuck the flowers in her mouth, but that also didn’t work.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“In the end, the only thing I discovered was that her body could still move if I led her. If I raised her hand it stayed up frozen in ce. If I pulled her forward by the hand, she’d maintain her bnce and walk forward on autopilot.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure were thorough. Hahaha, did you try to kiss her to see if that would work?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wouldn’t do that, that would be considered sexual harassment or even assault.” I naturally wouldn’t incriminate myself by admitting to almost kissing her as ast resort, or that I’d actually groped her breasts.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly, it would. Well, after hearing your side of the story, this is certainly a much more unusual case than I was initially led to believe. I can certainly see why you’d bring her to a hospital and rmend her getting a brain MRI scan done.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, both of you, follow me. As for you, young man, you can stay in the waiting area outside the MRI room while she’s inside.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The doctor led us to the elevator and brought us to a higher floor inside the hospital. I was brought to the waiting area while he took Dawn inside. Upon the doctor’s instructions, Dawn removed anything metal she had on her person with me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The doctor didn’t stick around for very long inside the MRI room and it seems he’d left conducting the tests to some other specialized personnel.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Since I had nothing better to do, I spent some time writing a story. I jotted down everything that happened throughout the day during this encounter with the intention to make a story out of itter.


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