Doctor Vincent: Starting from a Son-in-law

Chapter 3: Pants off!

Mrs. Moore shook her head and looked at Mrs. Brown timidly, “Come on all of you, we are all neighbors. The boy... he just woke up after a traumatic accident. What is all this? Do you have any compassion?”

Mrs. Brown rolled her eyes and replied, “Mrs. Moore, I mean no harm, but if he died...well, I can take it as my misfortune. But he survived! And he needs to pay his rent...I mean these things will keep happening, but this is my income!”

After speaking, she murmured to herself, “You deserve no such attention. Why bother to jump instead of being with me? Fool...”

There was a history between Mrs. Brown and Vincent. Mrs. Brown had fallen for Vincent’s appearance and his well-built body. Though he was not the best she had seen, he was much better than her husband, an untidy, bald, and fat man. Therefore, she had sneaked into Vincent’s house several times secretly, trying to seduce or suggest that she was interested in him, but Vincent refused her indirectly.

Given that history, Mrs. Brown turned her love into hatred and bore it in mind. Therefore, she was not going to give up on her rent so easily.

“That’s enough!” Vincent yelled suddenly, which shocked the occupants of the room.  

The young man had always been gentle and kind. Since when did he become so dominant and aggressive?

Even Vincent himself was surprised at his loud and angry voice. How did that happen? Was his anger stimulated by losing his job and love at the same time? Or did he become like this after being hit by that thing? Or was he enlightened for what he had seen in the dream? Was it all even real, Vincent asked himself?  

“You, you, why are you yelling at us? Owing me rent gives you the right to yell at me?” Mrs. Brown stammered.

“Do I really owe you rent?” Vincent sneered. “When I signed the contract, we agreed it was $1,500 per month and I will pay you every six months. I also paid the following two months’ rent in advance. It’s just mid-June. Tell me again how much I owe you?” Vincent retorted.

“Um...” Mrs. Brown was lost for words.

Vincent then turned his head and looked at the two men, “And why are you two here? Do I owe you something as well? Now, go home! I know you both well enough that you want something out of me but I owe you nothing!”  

“Hey!” The two of them spoke up, feeling confused to hear Vincent’s sharp dispute.

“Really?!” Mr. Johnson sneered, “When will you stop this nonsense? Your internship is unqualified, and you have lost your job already. Even your salary for this month will barely cover these medical expenses. But I will see how you are going to not pay them! You asshole!”

After speaking, Mr. Johnson looked at the other three and grinned, “Be careful all of you! He might be long gone by tomorrow!” The three of them were astonished.

Mr. Johnson sneered at Vincent, turned around, and walked out, muttering, “I am sure your girlfriend is beautiful. Call her here to make a prostitute of herself, I am sure she can cover your expenses, you loser. And I might even come to watch...” With that, Mr. Johnson walked out the door.

There was a reason for what Mr. Johnson had uttered. A few weeks ago, many of them had their families with them to attend the annual department party. Taking advantage of drinking and the night, Mr. Johnson had groped Lora secretly and even suggested joining her in the bedroom. Vincent had been appalled and did not agree; a threesome did not excite him like it did most men.

Mr. Johnson had been unhappy about that, complaining that Vincent did not follow the “rules”. What confused Vincent was that Lora was upset as well as if she was glad to get close to Mr. Johnson. Vincent had thought to himself that Lora was agreeing to it for Vincent’s own good so that he could be impressed with her. On second thought now, he was totally wrong about her. She probably only did that because she was tired of the poor life and desperate to know someone richer or more powerful.

What Mr. Johnson said depressed Vincent and he felt a surge of anger run through him. Seeing her walking out proudly before Vincent could comprehend what was happening, he, unknowingly, flipped his right palm slightly, feeling an unfamiliar power in his hand. Suddenly, Mr. Johnson’s belt and the button of his pants flew off.

“Huh, what!?” Mr. Johnson felt his clothes loosen. His belt suddenly broke, and then the button seemed to disappear all of a sudden. Before he could react, his pants slipped to his ankles! Since he was still walking, the pants fell on his shoes and he suddenly tripped. It happened so fast that he could not help but arch forward, uplifting his big manly, ugly butt into the air.

“Ah! What the f**k?!” Everyone in the hallway screamed out in shock and anger. The nurses covered their eyes at seeing the deputy director bending down, with nothing on his waist. The female patients were appalled as well.  

Mr. Johnson’s face looked like the star-spangled banner. “Ahhhh!” He immediately rolled on the ground as he covered his face in embarrassment. Some of the doctors and nurses quickly rushed over to help the deputy director.

Vincent too was shocked. What had happened? Did a simple flip of his hand and his anger cause all that commotion? Was this because of the strange vision he had experienced before he fell? Did this...did this mean that all that had been real? Did a higher power feel sorry for his bad luck in life and grant him an amazing power?

While Vincent was still thinking, Mrs. Brown and the two men overcame their shock and started blabbing again, “You better not run away tomorrow morning! Or...or we’ll call the police! It’s not our business that you lost your job! You should blame yourself for being so useless!”

Vincent was annoyed and about to say something but Mrs. Moore took the chance, shook her head, and said, “Stop it. I will pay the money for him for now. I still have the retirement pension and I believe that would be enough.”

Vincent hurriedly held Mrs. Moore’s hand, “No, Mrs. Moore, you do not have to do that for me. I will not run away. I will figure out something to pay her. Please keep your money for your future, that is your pension, I cannot take that from you!” Vincent said firmly, but the rest looked at him in contempt.

“Ow, ow!” Suddenly, an old man’s voice groaning in pain outside the room interrupted Vincent.

“Hurry up! Faster! Faster! Could you just hurry, please?! Is this how you do your job?! I would never have brought my father here if I had another hospital to choose from!” A loud voice of a middle-aged man broke through; he seemed quite impatient and dissatisfied.

The sound of two males immediately responded, “No Sir, do not worry, please! We will examine him right away! Please rest assured! Quick, get the ultrasound ready!” The voice sounded familiar to Vincent, but he could not figure out whose voice it was right now.

“In one minute! Just hold on! One second!” This one was easily recognized because it belonged to Mr. Johnson who had just embarrassed himself because of Vincent.

As expected, Mr. Johnson hurried past Vincent’s ward, holding his pants with one hand while rushing to help the nurses with the other.

And he was followed by the first speaker, the dean of the hospital, and Mr. Martin!

“Mr. Martin, please calm down! Easy! Your father will be fine,” The dean comforted.

“He will be fine? Aren’t you embarrassed to say that? Did you just ask him to get the ultrasound ready? Don’t you even have any CT or MRI machines here?”