Joanne gazed at Brian while grabbing the quilt.

She knew that Brian had thought of something, but he didn't want to tell her about it at the moment.

Nevertheless, she believed that Brian had his reasons, so she decided to wait for him to tell her in the future.

Joanne nodded obediently. Then she tucked the covers in around herself and closed her eyes.

Brian turned his head and gazed at Joanne. The warm and subdued light shone full in her pretty face. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he felt a sudden sense of softness within his heart. Even her shallow breathing sounded full of melody to him.

He lay down beside Joanne and gently held her in his arms. "Good night."

Joanne was about to fall asleep. "Mm, goodnight," she said in a daze. Then she leaned into Brian's arms subconsciously and soon fell asleep.

Silence reigned in the villa district on that peaceful night, while someone was fidgeting in the hospital that was dozens of kilometers away from the villas.

Wendy was told by her professor that the doctors on duty had to rush to rescue patients as long as they were sent to the hospital, no matter it was noon or two o'clock after midnight when she was studying at the medical college.

Wendy had finally learned how tired a doctor could be during her internship. In particular, doing night duty could be a nightmare for a doctor.

It was inevitable that she would feel tired, and she could bear it. Most importantly, she heard that almost all the supernatural events in the hospital had taken place when people were working night shifts.

An experienced nurse once told Wendy that emergencies often happened when young doctors were on their night shifts because they were too young to handle the situations. For example, they would have to rescue a patient who was in a sound sleep; they would find that a patient who was due to be discharged from the hospital the next day could become critically ill without warning.

Therefore, young doctors needed to keep silent and show courage after worshiping the God of Night Shifts when they were on their night shifts.

Wendy took the nurse's words as truth. She put on a white medical gown and sat upright in her office, repeatedly praying to the God of Night Shifts. She prayed that she and all the patients could spend the night in peace. She also prayed that no new patients would be sent to her department that night.

However, Wendy was alone in the office, and it was dark outside. She couldn't help feeling frightened when she thought of the strange events that had recently happened in the hospital as she heard the rustling sounds of the wind blowing leaves from time to time, although she had tried her best to cheer herself up.

Knock, knock-

Upon hearing the unexpected knock on the door, Wendy gasped with fear. She reflexively looked over and almost burst into tears.

It was Gavin.

Gavin immediately noticed Wendy's strange look. He pointed at her face and asked, "Are you okay?"

Only then did it occur to Wendy that she was supposed to help Gavin change his dressing that night. She shook her head slowly and said, "I'm fine!"

Her firm tone aroused Gavin's suspicion. He said, "But you don't look well."

It was said that a girl would be eager to show her independence in front of the one she had fallen in love with because she was afraid that her beloved would regard her as a clingy girl. However, deep in her heart, she hoped that she could depend on him.

Wendy didn't know if she wanted to depend on Gavin. On the other hand, upon hearing Gavin's words, she burst into tears. "Gavin, I'm so scared..."

Gavin knew that Wendy was scared. She looked the same as she did when she was frightened by his ghost story on the island.

He walked into Wendy's office and asked, "What do you fear? Are you afraid that you can't handle emergencies or...?"

Wendy walked over and closed the office door. She looked at Gavin timidly and said, "I'm afraid of night shifts. The thing is, there have been some strange events in the hospital recently..."

"About what?" Gavin crossed his arms over his chest and sat down leisurely. "Tell me. I'll treat you to dinner if I'm frightened by it."

Wendy leaned against the desk and said, "The first strange event was about a critically ill patient in our department. He passed away at about 5:00 a.m. a few days ago. The nurse who was in charge of him told us that she had a dream that very night. The patient thanked her all the time in her dream. It was about 5:00 a.m. when she woke up!"

Gavin raised his eyebrow indifferently. "Anything else?"

"And..." Wendy walked over to Gavin and said in a low voice, "The second one was about the neurology department!"

Gavin nodded. "Go on. I'm listening."

"You know, we are doctors, and we believe in science. However, the second event was really strange. It drove the neurology department crazy!" Wendy cleared her throat and went on, "It's about a ward in the department. There was a patient in the ward who was bad-tempered. He always said that he would take revenge on society. But he passed away in that ward instead of getting better or carrying out his plan."

Gavin asked in bewilderment, "What's wrong with that? Patients are sent to hospitals. Some of them are discharged from the hospital after recovering, and some of them die of illness. That's the way things are, isn't it?"

"Not this time, however! None of the other patients in the ward have been cured ever since that patient passed away!" Wendy reached out a hand. "Five patients in the ward passed away!"

Gavin frowned. "It's just a coincidence, isn't it?"

"This isn't just a coincidence," Wendy said shaking her head, "There were two very young patients in that ward. All the doctors thought that the two could recover soon. But they passed away in the ward due to complications."

"Then what?"

"In the end, the department director asked several highly respected doctors to put on their white medical gowns and go into that ward at midnight. They kept talking loudly about how they had rescued critically ill patients from Azrael until dawn. After that, some people moved out all that could be moved from the ward and exposed them to the sun for a day. Finally, the ward returned to normal." Wendy felt a chill on her back as she talked. She couldn't help but hug herself and asked, "Isn't it weird?"

Gavin had never believed in ghosts or gods. He nodded indifferently and said, "Aren't doctors busy when they are working on night shifts? But you don't look busy. You even have time to think about those... well..."

Wendy rushed over and covered his mouth with her hand before he could finish his words.

Wendy did that without thinking too much. As a result, the distance between her and Gavin was less than five centimeters at that moment. Because of those bizarre events, she didn't feel embarrassed at all. However, they were so close to each other that thoughts thronged Gavin's mind.

Gavin was stunned for a while. He took Wendy's hand away and said, "Dr. Moore, we're in your office now..."

"What are you thinking about!" Wendy kicked Gavin. "There is an unwritten rule in all the hospitals. We never make goals when we're on night shifts!"

Gavin was confused. "What?"

"Never say that you're not busy. Never say that nothing happens to the patients or things like that," Wendy said seriously, "You never know if you would have to treat a patient until the next morning! Since it's my first day to work on a night shift, a well-respected old professor in our department even warned me never to talk nonsense!"

Gavin thought for a moment and reached out his injured hand to Wendy. "I need to be treated. Dr. Moore, you have a patient."

"Wait a minute," Wendy said, "I'll go to the nurse and ask for some stuff."

Wendy returned with some scissors and bandages. She asked Gavin to sit on the sofa and cut the bandage around his hand.

The scissors were very sharp. Not long after, Wendy could see Gavin's entire wound.

It hadn't changed at all since morning.

Wendy subconsciously looked at the bandage and found that there was no blood on it. Still, she wondered, "Anyway, his wound should have begun to heal. How come it didn't change at all?"

Wendy looked up at Gavin in bewilderment. "What did you do today?"

"Just worked. Endless documents, meetings, and social activities..." Gavin smiled. "Take it easy. I didn't have time to fool around."

Wendy had focused herself on Gavin's wound. She didn't pay attention to his gags at all. She asked as she felt more confused, "It won't harm your wound if you just sign documents. But it doesn't look like it's on the mend. It's weird."

"It's just the second day of my injury." Gavin patted Wendy's head. "It would be strange if it healed up already, okay?"

"Don't challenge my professionalism!" Wendy skillfully changed his dressing and bandaged his hand up. "Listen, maybe it's because you have an unusual constitution that your wound doesn't heal up. Maybe it's because there's something wrong with you. You'll have to receive a health check if it remains the same after two days!"

Gavin rested his chin on his hand while gazing at Wendy's serious face with a smile. "Will you examine me if I come here?"

Wendy,"..."

Gavin went on to say seriously, "I'd like you to check me over."

Wendy knew what Gavin was thinking about. She put her leg out to kick him as she gnashed her teeth, but he stopped her.

Gavin said with a charming smile, "Dr. Moore, you're not supposed to look at your patient with a fierce look, are you?"

"I'm a doctor in the cardiac surgery department. You're not my patient!" With that said, Wendy raised her hand.

Gavin tutted while grabbing Wendy's hand. She immediately lost her footing and fell.

"Ah!" Wendy screamed. She failed to stop herself and fell into Gavin's arms as a result...

"..."

She had never expected that she would be close to him in that way, although she had thought about flirting with him!