"I wish to be weighed down by a 120-pound beauty!" Rayden Wolfe whispered mentally, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Forget 100 pounds—that's too light. I want the full experience!"
A moment later, the system responded:
Ding! Wish granted!
Rayden was still grinning to himself when Sophie Quinn offered him a soft smile.
"Excuse me," she said, rising from her seat, "I need to visit the restroom."
"Of course," Rayden replied politely, leaning back in his chair.
However, the moment Sophie stood up, something unexpected happened. With a sharp crack, the heel of her high-heeled shoe snapped beneath her. She gasped and lost her balance, her body tumbling forward—right into Rayden.
"Careful!" Rayden cried, reaching out instinctively.
But gravity beat reflex.
Plop!
The two of them landed awkwardly on the ground, Sophie sprawled on top of him, her long hair cascading over his face. Rayden could feel her warmth, the press of her body, and—
"Are you… 120 pounds?" he asked blankly.
Blushing furiously, Sophie stammered, "I—I had a bit too much for lunch today…"
Rayden grinned. "You're 5'8". 120 pounds is healthy. Definitely not fat."
Sophie turned even redder. "Please stop talking and help me up!"
"Right away."
As he gently helped her to her feet, someone else not far away was witnessing the scene—and losing his mind.
From behind a decorative pillar, Caleb Chen watched, fuming.
That's my fiancée!
His face twitched with rage as he watched Sophie tumble into Rayden's arms, their closeness evident, her laughter ringing out moments later. He clenched his fists.
She's mine. We're engaged. And yet she's throwing herself at another man?!
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Caleb was the protagonist—the chosen one, the descendant of the Ghost Valley Medical Sect, a master of ancient arts, blessed with rebirth.
And yet here he was, hiding like a stalker while Rayden Wolfe—his mortal enemy—stole the spotlight.
"I'm going to be sick," Caleb muttered.
Determined to reclaim the narrative, he stormed forward… only to trip on someone's foot and fall.
Right into a massive figure.
Thud!
The ground shook. The floor beneath them almost cracked. A round woman—easily 240 pounds—had been standing nearby, trying to steady herself. But now she was toppling forward, and her entire weight crashed onto Caleb like a wrecking ball.
"AHHHH!" he screamed, as the air was knocked from his lungs.
"Oops! I'm so sorry!" the woman exclaimed, dazed. "Are you okay?"
"I… I think my ribs… Something cracked!" Caleb wheezed in agony.
Before she could stand, she stumbled again—her balance betrayed her—and with a second earth-shaking plop, she landed right back on top of him.
Crack.
Caleb saw stars.
The woman covered her mouth in horror. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry! Somebody call an ambulance!"
A crowd formed immediately.
Rayden, brushing off his suit and adjusting his sleeves, approached calmly with Sophie beside him. When he saw Caleb groaning on the ground, his eyebrows rose in mock sympathy.
"Brother, are you okay?" he asked, squatting down beside him.
Caleb's face was flushed with rage and pain. "I'm… fine."
"Fine? You've got broken ribs. That's not 'fine.' You shouldn't move for at least two months. But don't worry—I already called an ambulance."
"…Thanks," Caleb muttered through clenched teeth, his pride shattered along with his ribs.
"You're welcome!" Rayden replied cheerfully. "It's the least I can do."
Soon after, the ambulance arrived.
As Caleb was lifted onto a stretcher, his face contorted in pain, Sophie turned to Rayden with concern.
"I guess dinner is cancelled," she said apologetically.
Rayden gave a gentle smile. "No worries. Saving lives comes first."
Sophie smiled back, her voice softening. "You really are a good person, Rayden. Brave, helpful… not many people would step in like that."
He rubbed the back of his neck modestly. "I guess I just can't help it. I've always had this problem—sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong."
"It's not a problem," she replied sincerely. "It's a rare virtue."
As the ambulance doors closed and they prepared to depart, Rayden glanced at Sophie. "Since tonight's dinner was cut short, how about we reschedule?"
Sophie nodded. "I'd like that."
Meanwhile, Caleb lay strapped to the stretcher, glaring at the two of them through the glass window. Every second they smiled or exchanged glances was a dagger to his soul.
Dog couple!
How dare they flirt in front of me!
As if mocking him further, the ambulance rolled over a pothole.
THUMP.
Caleb screamed in pain, his face going pale again.
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.
Rayden took charge of the paperwork, accompanying Caleb inside, filling out the admission forms, and even paying the medical deposit upfront. All of this was watched by Sophie with growing admiration.
"He's so responsible," she thought, hands folded gently in front of her.
After X-rays and examinations, the doctor returned with results.
"Three cracked ribs. No internal bleeding. It's not too serious," he explained. "We'll bind him with a chest strap for stabilization, prescribe bone-healing medicine, and recommend full rest for two months."
Once everything was settled and Caleb was placed in a private room, the doctor turned to him. "How do you feel?"
Caleb was drenched in sweat. "It still hurts… Can I get some painkillers? Strong ones?"
"Of course. We'll prepare anesthesia right away."
Rayden checked the time—just past midnight. That meant a new day had begun, and he could make another wish.
Looking at Caleb lying there helplessly, he smirked.
"System, I make a wish... Give me an indestructible, damage-immune body!"
Ding! Wish granted!
A strange warmth coursed through him. His skin felt tougher, firmer—like polished steel beneath soft flesh. He was now immune to physical harm, even from bullets or blades.
Across the room, a nurse arrived with a syringe in hand. "Let's get this pain under control."
She pressed the needle to Caleb's skin… and frowned.
"Huh?"
She tried again—harder this time.
The needle wouldn't pierce.
The doctor came over and gave it a try himself. Still nothing.
"What's going on?" Caleb asked, panicking. "Why isn't it working?!"
The doctor looked confused. "Your skin is… unusually tough. I've never seen anything like it. The needle won't go in."
Caleb gritted his teeth. "Can't you just give me oral medication?"
The doctor shook his head. "Anesthetics work by numbing nerves. They have to be injected directly into the bloodstream. Oral administration would be destroyed by stomach acid."
Caleb groaned in frustration. "I have my own herbal prescription—boil it into a soup!"
"We can't do that," the doctor replied firmly. "Hospital policy forbids unverified treatments. We'd be liable if something went wrong."
Rayden stood nearby, watching all this with gleeful amusement.
Unbreakable body? That was his wish.
Double effect on the enemy? Caleb now had skin harder than armor—but it also blocked medical treatment.
The doctor stepped aside, brainstorming solutions for over an hour. Meanwhile, Caleb gripped the sheets, writhing in pain.
Eventually, the pain overwhelmed him—and he passed out.
Sophie stood beside Rayden, watching the entire scene unfold.
"He's… so pitiful," she said softly.
Rayden nodded solemnly. "Yeah. Poor guy."
He smiled inwardly.
Pitiful indeed.
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