Michael forced himself to stand as his legs trembled uncontrollably . It took him a lot of effort just to turn on the faucet . Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead . Clara had prepared the pasta . When he didn't emerge , she brought the pasta into the bedroom . Glancing around , she noticed the closed bathroom door . Is he still in the bathroom ? Setting the pasta down , she knocked on the bathroom door . There was no response from inside . " Are you done , Michael ? The pasta is ready ." Nobody answered even after she waited for a while , and she started to worry . After some thought , she twisted the handle and opened the door , only to find Michael had passed out with his clothes on . " Hey , Michael ! " She crouched down and shook him , but he showed no response . She dragged him onto the bed with great effort . Then , his soaked clothes came into sight . I'm a doctor . It's normal to undress him to treat him , she reassured herself . Then , she undressed him and pulled down his pants with closed eyes before covering him with a blanket . She checked his pulse and carefully examined his legs . He must have tired himself out . She took out a needle from her medical kit and gave him acupuncture . She handled it with practiced ease , inserting the needles into each acupoint accurately . Her serious expression was admirable . She worked tirelessly for several hours . When sweat trickled down her forehead , she finally stopped and exhaled deeply . Sweat had formed on his legs after the acupuncture . After she cleaned him with a towel , she sighed a breath of relief . Finally . He should be fully recovered when he wakes up later . For some reason , she felt a strong sense of accomplishment after healing him . Helping him dress was a difficult task . She lifted one of his legs , pulling his pants up his foot , then lifted the other leg , struggling to dress him . When she pulled his pants up his thighs , his pants stuck . It wouldn't budge no matter how hard she tried , causing her to sweat all over . " What are you doing ? " A voice came overhead and startled Clara . Losing her balance, she fell and ended up lying on top of him . Even more , her arm was pressing against his private part . 1/2 11:53 Sat , Oct 18 M ... Hearing him grunt , she looked up to see his darkened face . She immediately withdrew her hand . Awkwardness filled the air . Her mind was blank with words to say . She stared wide - eyed at the scene unfolded before her , feeling dumbfounded . He seemed to feel uneasy . He sat up and stared at her , " Taking advantage of me while I'm unconscious is quite interesting , huh ? " His assumption frustrated her . She glared at him , quickly packed her things , and left . " I was treating you ! You ungrateful jerk ! " As soon as she left the room , her phone rang . With just one glance , she recognized the familiar number . It was Howard calling . Although she disliked him , she still answered the call , eager to learn why he called . " Mrs. Goodman , do you still want to join the tourism development project ? If yes- " " Sorry , I'm not interested . I won't cooperate with someone like you . " She cut him off . Howard interjected before she could hang up , " It seems my attempts to please you failed . Michael just destroyed another of my bases , and you won't help me persuade him to stop ." Howard wanted to earn her favor with the tourism development project in exchange for Michael's mercy . After all , Michael would go to such lengths for her , indicating he was really mad . 2/2 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!