Judas—this title remained vague in Jonah''s mind. No matter how many memories it invoked, those


    times were long gone.


    "Dr. Wooten, it''s me. Jonah."


    "Judas! I really can''t believe I''d live to see the day you''d contact me. How have you been all these


    years?"


    "I''m doing well."


    Jonah paused, then said in a low voice, "Are you free right now? I have an urgent matter and need


    your help."


    "You don''t even need to ask, Judas. I''ll do anything for you. No questions asked."


    In less than half an hour, a man carrying arge medicine box arrived at Jonah''s vi.


    This man, referred to as "Dr. Wooten" by Jonah, was named Evan Wooten.


    Unlike regr doctors, he was an underground doctor.


    During the time when Jonah was still known as "Judas", many of his men were unable to seek


    treatment at regr hospitals and had to go to underground clinics.


    Jonah had met Evan then, who had lost his medical license. Jonah recognized his talent and hired him


    as his personal doctor, giving him a carefree life.


    Even when Evan retired, Jonah helped him retire safely, ensuring that no one would attack him.


    "Judas..." Reuniting with his former boss, whom he had once shared life and death with, Evan burst


    into tears on the spot.


    "It''s been ages." Jonah''s gaze softened, and he hugged Evan. "You''re still the same, looking so


    youthful. Nothing''s changed."


    "But you have changed, Judas."


    Evan''s tearful gaze wandered repeatedly over his face. "I don''t know how to put it, but I just feel that


    you''repletely different from before."


    Jonah still looked the same, but his style, demeanor, and gaze were nothing like in the past. They were


    like two different people.


    "Of course. My identity has changed." Jonah smiled. "I have to look like a president."


    But Evan could tell how helpless Jonah felt as the president


    "I asked you toe here this time because a very important friend of mine is sick."


    Jonah pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly. "He can''t go to the hospital now. So—"


    Evan shook his head. "You don''t need to say anything. I''ll do anything you ask of me."


    Jonah''sshes fluttered. "Thanks."


    The two quickly went upstairs to the room.


    Evan was shocked to see Julien lying on the bed. Then he redirected his gaze at Jonah in amazement.


    "You''re also surprised, right? He looks a lot like him."


    Jonah''s gaze softened as he picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from Julien''s cheeks. "When I first


    saw him, I was also stunned. But he''s different from him. Apart from this face, they have nothing in


    common."


    When Evan recalled that person, his expression turned mncholy. "Yes... That kind of stunning


    person is hard to find anywhere else in the world. Who couldpare to him?"


    Other things were too sad to be mentioned, so he didn''t dare say anything else.


    Jonah knew that standing here wouldn''t help, and it might even affect Evan''s performance, so he left


    the room.


    Sitting alone in the peaceful living room, all Jonah could think about was Julien''s passionate


    confession.


    His mind was in turmoil. Closing his eyes, he gripped the cross tightly and trembled violently.


    "Judas,e in and take a look!" Evan poked his head out, frowning.


    Jonah immediately got up and hurried back to the bedside.


    There, Julien''s shirt had been removed, revealing the inmed wounds on his back, which were oozing


    blood.


    Jonah''s mind buzzed, and a torrent of fury washed over him.


    "I did a preliminary diagnosis for him and found that his fever was quite strange, so I started looking for


    external injuries on his body. As expected, the problem lies here."


    Evan, wearing a face mask and medical gloves, barely touched Julien''s back. However, it elicited a


    painful low moan from him. "Ouch..."


    "Dr. Wooten, he''s in pain."


    Jonah clenched his fists tightly, feeling the pain as if it were his own. "Can you relieve his pain?"


    "A painkiller injection should do, but the wounds on his back are festering, with a high risk of infection.


    We need to debride the wounds immediately and administer tetanus shots."


    Evan quickly took out the necessary equipment from the medical box. "I can''t figure out what was used


    to cause these injuries. This attack was too brutal. Judas, which gang did your friend offend?"


    Jonah exuded a chilling vibe, his temples throbbing.


    A gang?


    How was that possible?


    These shocking wounds could only be the result of the punishment meted out by the Lovce family.


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    In his youth, Jonah had heard from Mandy about the harsh family traditions and the decadent rules of


    the Lovce family. The cold and distant affection within the family had made Mandy want to escape


    that cage countless times.


    The Lovce family was not anywhere near a noble family, but they acted like one.


    Jonah''s crimson eyes were fixed on the gruesome wound on Julien''s back. His heart ached for Julien.


    "He cares a lot about how he looks. Once these wounds heal, is there any way to prevent scarring?"