Back Off, You Cheating Ex Wife!

Chapter 7

The next day, Ethan dragged his suitcase to the airport to meet David.

Seeing Ethan in front of him, David felt a deep shock.

After five years, Ethan looked melancholic and haggard, yet there was a strange sense of resilience about him.

David felt that at this moment, Ethan was like a rock—calm, strong, and lonely.

David looked at Ethan's suitcase. "You even packed a suitcase. Have you already decided to join us?"

Ethan smiled. "It's more convenient to bring personal belongings, and it also prevents Vivian from worrying about my whereabouts."

Ethan didn't want to talk further about his personal matters and asked David, "Can you brief me on the details of this mission?"

David nodded, "The town we are about to head to is called Minot. Thirty kilometers from the town is the small frontline city of Mubarak, where fierce battles are taking place. "The medical facilities there have long been destroyed, and we have almost no medical equipment. We can only rely on the doctors' experience and knowledge to make diagnoses."

Ethan nodded, "Let me go; I hope I can help them."

An hour later, Ethan and David took off on a special flight.

They flew west for four hours and then took the International Red Cross's rescue vehicles to the town.

While deploying the camp, Ethan began his medical rescue work.

The situation in Minot was worse than Ethan had imagined.

When Ethan pushed the door and walked into a civilian's home, he could smell the foul odor in the room even through his mask.

This was a family of four.

The elderly grandfather passed away four days ago, and his body has been stored in the basement, starting to decompose.

The 61-year-old grandmother, despite being ill, was taking care of two children under the age of 10.

All three civilians were coughing and had low-grade fevers, and the 5-year-old boy Vasily was also experiencing symptoms such as vomiting and coughing up blood.

But the elderly grandmother looked at Ethan with a wary eye.

The volunteer responsible for translation explained, "Among the first batch of doctors who arrived here, the most experienced Dr. Michelle unfortunately perished. Dr. Murphy, who was in charge of this small village, made a mistake, and a patient died during Murphy's treatment."

The translator pointed to the silver cup on the table: "Now, this old man would rather believe in the holy water in the small chapel than in the doctor."

At this moment, the little boy Vasily's cough became more and more severe.

His face turned bright red, his breathing became very difficult, and it looked like he was about to suffocate.

Seeing the little boy's condition, the grandmother became so anxious that she started crying loudly.

But crying didn't help the boy's condition. The little boy fell into a state of choking and collapsed on the ground, his body convulsing, then became weak, lying on the ground convulsing.

Ethan had the volunteer stop the grandmother and then began performing first aid.

Ethan took out a scalpel and aimed it at the boy's neck.

Seeing this scene, the grandmother screamed frantically, and the volunteers were also very terrified, but they still tried their best to hold her back.

Ethan used a scalpel to pierce a small hole in the boy's neck, then accurately inserted the tube into the boy's trachea.

The boy, who had resumed breathing, gasped for air and looked around with a somewhat confused expression.

The old lady's eyes widened. Her gaze toward Ethan carried a hint of gratitude and recognition.

Ethan stopped the grandmother, preventing her from running over to hug the child. With a serious expression, he said, "He still needs treatment and care. Open the folding stretcher, and we'll take him to the rescue base."

The volunteer explained the situation to the grandmother, and then the three of them took the boy back to the rescue base together.

The rescue base has already treated 11 patients, more than half of whom are in critical condition.

Ethan, with a few medical tools, began to provide follow-up treatment for the boy.

People in the crowd were whispering. "Who is he? He looks really impressive..."

"I heard he's Ethan Gray, a friend of Mr. David, a medical genius."

"It seems that Mr. Ethan married a very wealthy woman, and his life is very comfortable."

"Oh my, he actually gave up a life of luxury to help the common people; that's truly remarkable!"

"Yeah, he's a morally upright doctor."

Ethan focused on the treatment, not noticing these words. When he finally looked up, it was already evening.

A local couple was excitedly taking their healed daughter out of the base. Their happy appearance suddenly made him feel a pang of pain and loss.

He was saving other families from falling apart, but what about his own family?

He sighed deeply.

Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away, Vivian couldn't fall asleep.

Today, Vivian attended a party, and by the time she got home, it was already midnight.

Vivian was very tired; the long hours of overtime and socializing had given her a headache.

When she opened the door, she was met with a cold and empty living room.

Vivian frowned and shouted, "Ethan, bring me my slippers and nightgown! What's wrong with you today? Do I have to remind you of even the most basic things?"

Vivian's voice lowered.

She suddenly remembered that Ethan had been driven away by her and had left this home for several days.

If it were in the past, no matter how late she came back, Ethan would always be there to greet her at the door.

His humble smile made Vivian feel a bit amused, but it also brought her a touch of warmth.

And now, that person, that face, was gone.

When Vivian returned to the bedroom, she heard Jack snoring.

These past few days, Jack seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the luxurious life in the villa. He indulged in a large amount of food every day and spent a lot of time enjoying the various luxuries the villa has to offer.

He wouldn't show any concern for Vivian, wouldn't pay attention to her emotional changes, and wouldn't care about her fatigue or worries.

It wasn't until this moment that Vivian remembered her nominal husband, Ethan, had been away from home for over 48 hours.

Lying in bed, Vivian, feeling exhausted, opened her phone and lifted the message block on Ethan.

What surprised Vivian immensely was that in the past five days, Ethan had not returned, had not knelt down to beg for her forgiveness, and had not even sent her any messages.

Vivian's lips curled into a cold smile.

This cunning Ethan, was he trying to get my attention in this way?

Vivian tried to call Ethan, wanting to mock his clumsy tricks.

But strangely, Ethan didn't answer the call right away, and the phone displayed a "unable to connect" message.

Vivian frowned, feeling that something was off.

For the past five years, no matter how much she mocked or scolded Ethan, he would always answer her calls promptly.

Vivian dialed her assistant's number.

"Shirley, even though it's late, I still need you to help me investigate something."

"Um, my husband Ethan, he hasn't shown up for 48 hours."

"...No, no, no, don't call the police! I scolded him a bit, and then he stormed off."

"Help me find him and have him contact me immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Vivian leaned on the bed and dozed off.

She didn't take this matter to heart; after all, in her view, Ethan was no different from those secretaries vying for the president's favor. She needed to find an opportunity to give Ethan a good talking-to, to make him understand his place.

But the next morning, when she groggily opened the door for her assistant, she saw Sherry's panicked face. "Not good, Mrs. Ashford, Mr. Gray...he's missing!"