Chapter 68 Femoral Artery
Clara nodded at the security guard and said, “Tie them up first, and leave this lady alone for an interrogation.” The daughter of that security guard was around the same age as Rachel. Knowing what had happened to her, he felt really bad for her. With a nod, he replied, “We‘ll be waiting for you outside. Don‘t worry. They‘re not gonna hurt you again.” “Thank you, sir.” Rachel forced a smile. These security guards were all veterans. It only took them a moment to tie up the three goons, and then they walked out of the ward. The last one to leave was Clara. She even closed the door for Rachel. Once the door had closed, the innocence and vulnerability in Rachel‘s eyes turned into a steely gaze. She picked up a shard of the vase that had been shattered during the fight earlier, and the she approached the three people struggling on the ground, and squatted down.
The way she moved slowly made her seem more intimidating, and it frightened her adversaries.
Her gaze sent shivers down their spines. One of them noticed the shard of vase in her hand, and his pupils quivered. “What… what are you planning to do with that?” Rachel fiddled with the shard in her hand. Its sharp tip glistened beneath the sunlight. And as they stared at it, fear overcame their hearts. With a sinister smile, she pointed the tip of the shard on at the man‘s thigh. “What do you think will happen if I plunge this shard into this part of your leg?” “Y–you… I…” The man was breaking into cold sweat, and his face was as pale as a ghost. He couldn‘t utter a word while looking back at her. “Since you don‘t know, allow me to educate you,” Rachel said in kind tone. “You see, there‘s a blood vessel here called the femoral artery. Three centimeters beneath your skin here, I can stab right at it.” At this point, the man was trembling. “Don‘t! You can‘t do that. Murder is a crime!” Rachel blinked innocently. “Don‘t be so nervous. I‘m not even done talking. Anyway, have you ever seen a fountain? I bet you have. But it doesn‘t matter if you haven‘t. Because once I cut your femoral artery, your blood will gush out like a fountain. If the cut is deep enough, perhaps you‘ll see your own blood splattering onto the ceiling. Around five or six minutes of agonizing pain, you‘ll die from extreme blood loss. Doesn‘t that sound fun?” As she spoke, she suddenly strengthened her grip on the vase shard. The tip of the shard pierced through the man‘s cloth, grazing his skin. Instantly, the man felt the writhing pain and all color drained from his face. Due to the pain and fear of getting hurt, he screamed,
“No! No, please!” “Shush.” Rachel put her index finger to her lips to hush him, and smiled maniacally. The man‘s eyes widened in horror, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead. “What… what do you want? I‘ll tell you whatever you want. Just please don‘t kill me. I‘m begging you!” “Who said I was going to kill you? Didn‘t you say that murder is a crime?” Rachel grinned, drew back the shard of glass, and stared daggers at the three people. “I‘m only teaching you about human anatomy.” Each of these men were now too scared to utter a word. To them, the woman standing before them was not human, but a demon originating from the furthest depths of ****. “Now that I‘m done teaching you. Let‘s get to the point, shall we?” Rachel sat on the floor cross–legged, fiddling with the shard of vase with her fingers. “Tell me, what was your original plan?” she asked.
When she finished talking, the three goons exchanged glances. They were all hesitant to tell her the truth.
Rachel wasn‘t in a hurry, so she smiled at them one by one. From time to time, she would fiddle with the shard of glass by flicking it with her fingers. Each time her well–manicured nails knocked on the shard, it would make a harrowing sound. To the goons, every time they heard that sound, it felt like a countdown to their deaths. The man who Rachel threatened to cut earlier was scared shitless, so he was the first one to speak. “We... We were planning to knock you unconscious or drug you once you arrive.” “And then?” Rachel looked at the second goon. Noticing her gaze, the man trembled and said, “And then we’ll pretend to be doctors and send you to the operating room. After that, we‘re supposed to send our client a message. She will then arrange a doctor to perform a surgery on you.” Rachel‘s eyes glinted with malice. “What surgery?” she asked. Finally, the third man chimed in. “An abortion.” Suddenly, Rachel’s eyes darkened, and the atmosphere in the ward became frigid. With a scoff, she muttered, “Caroline, Alice, why am I not surprised? An abortion, huh? What a good plan!” Now, the men trembled with fear and begged, “We‘ve already told you the whole truth, so please… Please let us go! We promise, you‘ll never see our faces again.” Rachel got up with her brows raised. “Okay, but there‘s one more thing that I need you to do for me.” “What… what is it?” “Send a message to your client, and tell her that you have accomplished your mission.” Fifteen minutes later, the police arrived and took the goons away through the help of the security office.
Clara finished her statement with the police, and walked out of the office. She was surprised to see that Rachel was outside. Upon seeing Clara come out, Rachel greeted, “Dr. Jimenez.” “I thought you‘d already left.” Surprised, Clara asked, “Is there anything else you forgot to tell the police?” Rachel stepped forward, and said, “No, but I was actually waiting for you, doctor.” “And why is that?” “I need you to do me a favor,” Rachel said frankly. As Clara looked at Rachel, her eyes glinted. She subconsciously glanced at the ajar office door behind Rachel. Some police officers were still there, so Clara suggested, “Let‘s talk in my office.”
To reach her office from the Inpatient Building, they had to go through a long bridge connecting the two buildings. After that, they continued walking for a while, and soon, they arrived at her office. Once they were inside, Clara took off her white coat and hung it behind the door. She rolled up her sleeves and poured a cup of water for Rachel. “Here, drink some water.” “Thank you.” Rachel took a sip as she looked at Clara. Clara sat behind her desk in silence. Moments later, she said, “Those thugs didn‘t come here to collect what they were owed, did they? And your father didn‘t sell you to them, either. Am I right?” With her elbow on the table, and her chin resting on her palms, Rachel nodded. “That‘s correct. They‘re not human traffickers, and they‘re not here to collect money, but they are indeed targeting me.” “They are?” Clara frowned. “To be precise, their target is the child in my womb.” Rachel glanced down at her abdomen and said, “I‘m actually pregnant. And the person who hired those men doesn‘t want me to give birth to this baby, so she hired those hitmen to catch me and force me to have an abortion.” “This mastermind your speaking of… Who could it be?” Clara asked tentatively, her eyes blinking with curiosity, “My stepmother.” Clara was a well–educated woman, so it was hard for her to imagine that someone would do something so sinister. She held her cup of water tighter, and it slightly deformed the paper
сир. “Dr. Jimenez, there‘s something I‘ve been meaning to ask you,” said Rachel.
Captivation: Want Nothing But You, Chapter 68 Femoral Artery