They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 507: Because It’s Her

Somto’s voice sliced through the room, low and sharp with restrained anger.

The nurse froze. So did the doctor.

"Can’t you see there are males in the room?" Somto added, eyes blazing.

Silence fell like a dropped weight.

The medical staff stared at him, unsure whether to explain or step back. It was a check up. Standard. Routine. Gender hadn’t mattered, it was a medical setting, after all. And they were all trained professionals.

If anything, they thought, shouldn’t he be the one to step out?

"Sir," the doctor began carefully, trying to steady his voice. "It’s standard procedure. We need to assess the injury sites—"

"I said no," Somto interrupted coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The aura around him was heavy, dangerous. No one in the room missed it.

The nurse lowered the scissors. The doctor hesitated unable to go against Somto’s order.

Because whatever was going on, Somto wasn’t just acting like a protective brother.

He was standing like a wall.

And no one wanted to be the one to try and push through.

The door eased open before the tension in the room could thicken further.

In walked Carl.

Dressed in a crisp, sealed surgical gown the color of deep blue, sterile gloves pulled tight over steady hands, a light mask across his jaw, and a transparent eye shield clipped firmly in place, he looked like a man born for this moment. Every inch of his presence radiated precision and purpose.

He wasn’t taking any chances. Not with her.

Though this was just a basic emergency assessment, Carl had gone above and beyond with precautions. Full infection barrier. Personal diagnostic kit. Portable scanner. Everything sterilized. The kind of prep you would expect for delicate field trauma or early stage surgical triage.

Because it was Nnenna.

And even if no one knew just how deeply he cared, his actions never lied.

His voice was calm but firm, gentle, but layered with authority that couldn’t be questioned.

"Everyone except the two female nurses, out."

He didn’t need to repeat himself.

The air shifted instantly.

Awe swept through the remaining staff like a silent wave.

This was Doctor Carl, the one even top surgeons quoted. The man who once stitched an artery in sixty seconds under a flashlight. The same one who had rebuilt a shattered spine by hand when others said it was impossible.

Just watching him walk into a room felt like a masterclass. noveldrama

And now they were being told to leave.

Whispers started the moment they stepped into the hallway.

"I heard he once stabilized a kid mid flight, no tools, just instinct."

"Did you see his grip? Even his glove fit looked professional."

"I was ready to take notes just from how he checked a pulse."

But inside the room, Carl had already walked to Nnenna’s beside, his expression unreadable as he gently reached for her wrist.

Unconsciously, the rest of the people in the room obeyed Carl’s earlier command, their steps quick and uncertain as they filed out through the doors. The echo of his voice still rang in their minds, crisp and urgent.

Within a minute, the room fell quiet.

Only three figures remained behind with Carl, two of the top ranked nurses in the entire kingdom, handpicked by the royal family itself and then Somto who still couldn’t bear to leave Nnenna.

The nurses stood ready, calm and focused despite the silent awe they felt working beside the continent’s most renowned doctor. Their hands were steady. Their eyes sharp. Professionals to the core.

Somto stood frozen for a second longer, his eyes locked on Nnenna, worry etched across his face.

She looked small lying there. Pale. Still.

The longer he stood there, the heavier the air around him felt. His gut twisted.

He forced himself to move, his feet heavy beneath him, and finally stepped out, leaving Carl and the nurses to work. He trusted Carl to take care of Nnenna like he always does.

But his heart stayed behind.

With the chaos behind them and the room doors shut, the world narrowed to the quiet hum of equipment, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor, and the steady hands of a man doing what he was born to do.

Carl inhaled slowly, steadying himself as he turned back to Nnenna.

She was pale, her breathing shallow but stable. A faint bruise was beginning to bloom along her left ribcage, likely from a blocked strike that had still landed hard. Her right wrist was swollen, and her shoulder looked slightly out of place from the awkward fall. He had already ruled out a concussion, but he would double check with scans just to be sure.

"Pulse, strong, steady," he murmured to the nurse beside him. "Get the portable scanner ready. Chest X ray first. Then wrist and shoulder."

The medic nodded and moved quickly.

Carl leaned in, carefully checking her breathing again, lifting the edge of her vest only enough to expose her ribs. His fingers were sure but gentle as he palpated the area.

She winced, unconscious but responding. He paused, jaw tightening.

Rib bruise. Maybe hairline fracture. Not collapsed. Good.

He reached for the ultrasound and guided it over her ribs, watching the screen. No sign of internal bleeding. Relief flickered in his chest, but it didn’t soften the sharp focus in his eyes.

Stay focused.

He moved next to her wrist, examining the swelling and checking her reflexes.

"Possible ligament strain," he muttered, almost to himself, before signaling for a splint.

His fingers hesitated for just a second before bracing her wrist. A beat too long.

No one noticed. Not the nurse beside him. But Carl knew.

He knew exactly why his hand paused. Why his chest was tight. Why he hadn’t blinked once since this started.

Because it’s her. Because it’s Nnenna.

"Elevate her arm," he said briskly, handing over the wrapped bandage. "Prep her shoulder for X ray. I’ll do a manual check first, gently."