Kason conceded with a nod.
Norah sighed. “Had it not been for me, would you have waited until mobility became an issue before seeking treatment?”
Kason looked down, clearly acknowledging the truth in her words.
Norah knew that Kason’s condition would deteriorate with time. Delaying treatment meant that, even with future surgery, he risked losing his mobility.
“Well, considering you’re the Supernatural Doctor, handling my little ailment should be effortless for you,” Kason said, not overstating his confidence. Given the Supernatural Doctor’s reputation for resolving numerous challenging cases, he was sure of Norah’s ability to treat him.
Kason felt fortunate to be under her care. He glanced downward, observing Norah as she meticulously inspected his body, feeling somewhat bashful. It dawned on him how close they were, and he could detect Norah’s scent. Although he couldn’t identify the perfume, it intrigued him deeply.
Understanding that her unique ability wouldn’t remedy his issue, Norah pulled back her hands. “You knew I was working at Silver Boulder Private Hospital, right? Make sure to have your tendons evaluated there. The medical team will guide you on the next steps.”
Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if tendon repair was no more challenging than treating a minor ailment.
“Thank you, Norah.”
“No need to thank me. Just don’t forget the consultation fee.”
Kason grinned and replied, “Of course.”
As Norah left Kason’s residence, the evening had settled in, marking the close of the day. The city’s streetlights began to sparkle, transforming the skyline into a mesmerizing spectacle of vibrant lights. Norah made her way to the Glamour Club but first detoured to the Splendor Building to meet Aaron for a new outfit.
Upon her departure, Aaron half-jokingly implored, “Noelle, don’t forget to send me more of your design drafts!”
It had been a while since Norah last visited Glamour Club due to her demanding schedule. Reflecting on the band members’ previous actions, Norah felt anger and a sense of betrayal. Having achieved fame and recognition, Rosy Secret had kicked her, the songwriter, out of the band. Their actions were the epitome of ingratitude.
Yet, Norah was confident that if she could lift Rosy Secret to stardom, she could do the same for another group.
Glamour Club stood as a prominent entertainment hotspot in Glophia, bustling with activity under the glow of neon lights each night, where patrons indulged freely.
“Puck off!” The security guard at Glamour Club’s entrance dismissed a man arrogantly. “Rosy Secret is headlining tonight. Your unknown band should hit the road!”
Clutching his guitar, the man appeared rough, his attire disheveled and his hair a mess, resembling a nest. He found himself shoved to the ground by the security guard, his guitar crashing down with a resounding twang. He hurriedly checked the guitar for damage, enduring the guard’s scolding without uttering a single protest, merely clutching his instrument protectively.
“To earn a spot at Glamour Club, you’ll need to make a name for yourself first,” the security guard mocked, his gaze dripping with disdain.
Glamour Club was a venue for the creme de la creme of society, located in Glophia. It was equipped with top-notch facilities, and the bands invited were all well-known. The security guard at Glamour Club had been working there for many years and had seen countless small bands try to perform at the club. However, the owner of the club had refused to invite small bands to perform.
Over the years, many had tried their luck. Today, a man had sneaked onto the stage to sing but had been forcibly pulled down.
“You are allowed to come to the Glamour Club to spend money and enjoy yourself, but if you are caught trying to get on stage without permission again, I won’t go easy on you!” the guard warned.
Zeke Cohen lay on the floor, where he had fallen, in pain. When he fell, he used his wrist to break his fall, and now it throbbed painfully. He tried to push himself up with his other hand, but between holding his guitar and being unable to use his right hand, he sank back to the floor after a few tries.
“Need a hand?” a voice asked as a delicate hand reached out to him.
The voice could be clearly heard amidst the noise that carried through the Glamour Club.
Zeke looked up and saw a stunning woman standing over him. She was incredibly beautiful, and her features were quite exquisite. The look on her face conveyed kindness.
Carefully wiping his hands on his clothes so as not to dirty her delicate hands, Zeke reached out and carefully took the woman’s hand.
As soon as he gripped her hand, Zeke felt excruciating pain in his wrist, causing him to gasp in pain.
Norah squeezed his wrist gently and asked, “Does it hurt here?”
Zeke nodded. “I accidentally twisted it. Could you help me? I need to go to the clinic outside the community.”
Norah held Zeke’s wrist with both hands. She moved her hands up and down his wrist until she found what she was looking for, and then she gave it a firm twist.
There was a small pop, and Zeke gasped in pain again. She let go of his hand and asked, “How does it feel now? Is it better?”
Slowly flexing his wrist, Zeke was amazed. He felt no pain. “Are you a doctor? You fixed my hand so quickly. Thank you very much. I really appreciate it.”
He then stood up with his guitar and muttered, “We’re not afraid of another beating. I would have fought.”
Zeke turned to Norah and bowed, thanking her once again. “My name is Zeke.”
Zeke couldn’t explain why Norah would choose to help him, but he still showed his appreciation.
Norah smiled and then said, “Since we’re both here, why don’t we go have a drink together inside?”
Zeke hesitated. “I have no money.”
“It’ll be my treat,” Norah said. She then turned and made her way to the bar, not bothering to check if he followed.
Zeke hesitated for a moment before following her. He didn’t know Norah’s intention, but he figured she couldn’t be a bad person since she had helped him with his hand and offered to buy him a drink. Besides, she was really attractive.
Before entering the club, Zeke glared at the security guard at the door. He inwardly resolved to come back here when he was famous and teach the snobbish security guard a lesson.
The Glamour Club was brightly lit with colorful spinning lights. Bodies swayed wildly on the dance floor, moving to the fast-paced rhythm of the music.
Norah ordered two drinks, then sat at one of the bar stools before gesturing for Zeke to sit next to her. Norah was dressed in a silver-white sequined mini skirt, absentmindedly playing with her glass.
Zeke placed his guitar against the bar and sat on the bar stool.
After a while, he awkwardly asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?” He reached for the glass on the bar and watched as the amber-colored liquid swayed.
“I heard the security guard say you wanted to perform at Glamour Club. Are you a singer? You only have a guitar. So, a solo singer?” Norah asked.
Her words didn’t elicit any reaction from Zeke. He sighed and then explained, “I used to be in a band, but they all started their own families, and now I’m left alone, still pursuing my dream to be a musician.”
He took a sip of his drink and continued with a bitter smile. “My band’s dream was to perform at Glamour Club.”
“So it’s just you in the band now?” Norah asked.
“Yes. Why do you ask?” Zeke said with a puzzled look on his face.
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