Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Chapter 361 Icy
It was a woman, of course. She stood 5 feet 9 inches tall, blessed with a great body and an enticing face to match. She had been one of Ross’s crushes in the past, second only to Lillian, naturally.

Still, Ross found all women in the medical field absolutely captivating, so no one could blame him for lusting after the lovely doctor.

She was none other than Doctor Rose Yates, the most beautiful doctor in town.

“Doctor Yates, we…” Alvin scratched his head hesitantly, but Ross stepped in to rescue him, as always.

“We meet again, Doctor Rose Yates,” Ross said smoothly, shielding Alvin with his imposing frame.

“I don’t know you. Please step aside, mister,” Doctor Rose replied curtly, her tone sharp. Despite her words, the wary look in her eyes made it clear she was well aware of Ross and his reputation.

After all, who could ignore the infamous Ross Oakley, whose name had been on everyone’s lips recently—especially after he married twelve beautiful women at once?

“I think not. We have our discharge papers here, and this is now a personal matter. It’s none of your business. Let’s go, Alvin. We don’t need this hospital to cure your sister,” Ross said firmly.

Without waiting for a response, they walked past her and exited through the hospital doors.

However, when they reached the car, they found an unexpected passenger waiting for them.

“I’d like to see you try any hocus-pocus sham of healing. I’ll have you jailed before you harm anyone in my town,” Doctor Rose declared, her eyes burning with determination as she settled herself into the car.

“Of course. Then you’re welcome to see what a true doctor is like,” Ross shrugged and ordered his driver to return to the hotel.

Ten minutes later, they arrived safely, carrying Andrea’s weak body to the bed in the hotel room. Ross drew the blinds and turned off the lights.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to ask for acupuncture needles next,” Doctor Rose said sarcastically.

“Close, but they’re not needed. All I need is my hands,” Ross grinned as he approached Andrea’s side and began massaging her head.

He started from her scalp, methodically working his way down to her toes. Though Andrea was only fifteen, Ross ensured the massage was entirely clinical, devoid of any sensual undertones.

To the untrained eye, his movements seemed random and almost playful. Doctor Yates, however, was skeptical and visibly unimpressed.

“This must be the cruelest joke I’ve ever seen in my life. Please stop this madness, Alvin. Don’t risk your sister’s life in the hands of an obviously delusional man whose popularity has gone to his head,” Doctor Yates tried to convince Alvin.

“Please say no more, Doctor Yates. I trust Ross. I trust him with my life,” Alvin replied, his eyes never leaving the bed and the scene unfolding there.

For thirty more minutes, Doctor Yates watched, her patience thinning by the second. Finally, she had enough.

“I can’t bear to witness this risky behavior any longer. I’m going to call the police,” she declared, pulling out her phone. But before she could dial, the miracle happened.

“Brother?” a girl’s voice called weakly from the bed.

Everyone stared at her in shock as Alvin practically ran over to her.

“Andrea!” he called out, tears streaming down his face. The two exchanged a few hurried words, and less than three minutes later, Andrea was standing on her own and even running around the room.

“I’m not weak anymore, brother! See!” Andrea exclaimed, jumping up and down before sprinting across the room. Her sudden vitality left everyone astonished, none more so than Dr. Yates.

She had followed Andrea’s case closely and knew her heart had been too weak to withstand any excitement whatsoever.

Dr. Yates quickly moved to take Andrea’s pulse, finding it healthy. She then used her stethoscope to examine her heart, only to confirm what seemed impossible: it was functioning perfectly, with no signs of the erratic beats or frailty that had plagued her before.

“This is…” Dr. Yates muttered in disbelief.

“…a miracle, of course,” Ross interrupted smoothly.

“Back in Parkland City, everyone who knows me calls me the Miracle Maker. You can go home now, doctor. Your presence is no longer needed here.”

Alvin, overwhelmed with emotion, turned to Ross and practically threw himself at his feet.

“Thank you, Ross! Thank you! I don’t know how I can ever repay you,” Alvin sobbed, kneeling before him.

To everyone’s surprise, Andrea followed suit, her keen instincts telling her that Ross must have been the one who healed her.

“Thank you, Big Brother Ross!” Andrea echoed, bowing low. Despite his newly muscled frame, she recognized him immediately. His face hadn’t changed, and she knew this miracle could only be his doing.

Ross shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips as he helped the two of them up. Although he was genuinely happy to help a friend and his sister, deep down he knew his actions weren’t entirely selfless.

He had other motives, ones he kept buried for now.

The room buzzed with awe and whispers as the onlookers tried to process what they had just witnessed. Many had doubted Ross, thinking his reputation as the Miracle Maker was exaggerated.

But now, seeing Andrea’s transformation with their own eyes, they couldn’t deny his prowess.

“How did you do it?” someone finally dared to ask. A nurse, her face a mix of curiosity and reverence, stepped forward.

“Is it…some kind of advanced medicine? Or…”

Ross raised a hand, cutting her off gently.

“Let’s just say it’s a gift. Not something easily explained. But I’m glad I could help Andrea.” His tone was calm, yet it carried an air of finality, discouraging further questions.

Dr. Yates’ skepticism warred with her awe. She couldn’t simply dismiss this as coincidence or luck.

“A gift, you say? Mr. Oakley, you might have just changed everything we know about cardiac medicine. I’d like to study—”

“I’m not interested in being studied, Doctor,” Ross interjected, his voice firm but polite. “Andrea’s recovery is all that matters. Let’s leave it at that.”

Reluctantly, Dr. Yates nodded. She knew when not to push.

Later that evening, as the commotion died down and the crowd dispersed, Ross stood alone by the window, looking out at the city lights.

Alvin and Andrea had been safely escorted home, their heartfelt gratitude still echoing in Ross’s mind. Beyond that, Ross had gifted Alvin a card loaded with 10 million dollars.

Overwhelmed, Alvin broke into tears again but ultimately accepted it, as he desperately needed the money to buy back their house, which they had sold to cover Andrea’s hospital bills.

Though Alvin insisted he would repay the sum, Ross dismissed the idea with a simple, “No need.”

One week later, his planning finally bore fruit.

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