Chapter 31: Beautiful Doctor, I’m Sick

Oracle King!

King of Horizon!

Tiger and the others were in shock.

How could such a god of power appear in New York? And he was so young?

Plop!

Without John saying a word, everyone fell to their knees.

Just hearing the name "King of Horizon" was enough to make these hardened men tremble and kneel.

Gary stood frozen, struck by lightning.

He was completely dumbfounded.

How could he possibly believe that the thin boy he had grown up with at the Sunshine Welfare Center had become the unstoppable King of Horizon? And yet, here he was, powerless, like a dog before him.

John's voice was cold as he addressed Gary: "For people like you, living is a sin. If it weren't for Grandpa Wodehouse's sake, I would've killed you three or four times already."

John casually grabbed Gary's head and shook it, causing Gary's mind to go blank. This wasn't just fear—it was utter emptiness.

After leaving Millionaire, John was met by Alice Moon, rushing toward him with a look of concern. However, when she saw John, she paused and stared at him in disbelief.

"Little John, did Dracul do anything to you?"

John smiled, his demeanor shifting. The dominance he had just exhibited was gone as he spoke casually, "Your brother is so powerful that he even kneeled before me. How could he make things difficult for me?"

At that moment, he was no longer the Oracle King. He was simply her brother, trying to ease her worries.

Alice let out a relieved sigh. "I'm glad you're fine. If not, I'd hang Dracul up to skin him."

John couldn't help but smile, though he had to resist the urge to chuckle. "You'd skin his corpse now."

Alice suddenly brightened up, wrapping her arms around his neck. "By the way, didn't you say you were going to see our second sister? Let's go, I'll take you there."

John, slightly surprised, asked, "Aren't you working today?"

"Anyway, I'm already out. Why not accompany you? Get in the car quickly. I'm an experienced driver," Alice teased.

"Okay," John replied, and then he asked, "Alice, did you forget someone?"

"Who?"

"Gary Williams."

"Who is Gary? I don't know him. I only know my little John."

Alice's car was a black Benz. It wasn't typical for a girl to drive such a bold, powerful car, but for Alice, it suited her perfectly. Her aura matched the car's—strong, confident, and unyielding.

The car sped through the streets of New York, and as they neared their destination, Alice spoke up again.

"Do you know everything about our second sister?"

John nodded. "Quecpie has told me."

Their second sister, Tracy Linch, was an experienced doctor who had once worked at New York Hospital. However, for reasons unknown, she had resigned and now ran her own clinic, the Feazer Medical Clinic.

"Her clinic is just up ahead," Alice said as they approached the building. "I'll just drop you off here."

John raised an eyebrow. "You're not coming in with me?"

"No need. I'm giving her a surprise. Didn't you expose my identity by following me around?"

Alice's eyes narrowed as she glared at John. It reminded him of the day they first met. "I think that was more of a fright. I warn you, the second sister is a good girl. She won't tolerate any nonsense."

"Aren't you a good girl?" John couldn't help but tease.

Alice shot him a look that made his stomach flip. "Little John… Eldest sister watched us at home. Now no one is watching us…"

Her voice dropped, becoming softer, more inviting, and full of charm. John could almost feel the air thicken around him. He suddenly realized his mistake.

"Alice… I…" he stammered, "I'll get out now!"

He quickly left the car, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

As he walked toward the clinic, Alice's playful smile lingered in his mind.

He entered Feazer Medical Clinic and immediately recognized his second sister, Tracy Linch, from her photo. Tracy was a stunning woman, wearing a short-sleeved white coat, revealing her smooth, fair arms and legs. Even though she was at work, she exuded a quiet elegance that took John's breath away.

John didn't waste any time. As soon as he entered, he walked straight up to her and took a seat across from her.

"Beautiful doctor, I'm sick," John said without preamble.

Tracy looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized him. He looked familiar, but for a moment, she couldn't place him. She gave a slight frown, trying to recall where she had seen him before.

She was about to speak when John cut in again with a grin, "Beautiful doctor, help cure me quickly. Don't just stand there."

Tracy blinked, startled by his directness. She quickly composed herself and asked, "Ah? I'm sorry, sir. What seems to be the problem?"

John, admiring her flustered demeanor, found her oddly endearing. She was different from his other sisters—warmer, gentler, more approachable. Her voice had a soothing, melodic quality, making John feel at ease. She wasn't as distant as the eldest sister, nor as enticing as the third. She was just a kind-hearted, genuine woman.

"Doctor," John began, "my illness is strange. My heart beats faster every time I see a beautiful woman. I feel like my heart might jump right out of my chest. What do you think I should do?"

Tracy was momentarily taken aback, then laughed softly. "Sir, that's not an illness. You just want a woman. My suggestion is that you go home, take a cold shower, and see if it helps."

John smiled, his heart lightening. "Maybe you're right, beautiful doctor. I'll follow your advice."

But as he stood up, he couldn't help but feel that this interaction was just the beginning. His life, already complicated, was about to get even more interesting.