Ethan went to sit on the hospital bed again. Just moments ago, he had tried to find some change in his appearance, but it was hard to tell. He knew he now looked better than he did three years ago. Even without the body Charmness of the system he still looks better than what he looked liked three years ago.
"Of course. I wasn't old, not even close to sixty. So naturally, I had to look better. But still, how can i really know the difference between now with the system and before i added five points to body Charmness when I don't have a recent picture"
He stood up again and walked up to the mirror again.
As he stared at his reflection in the VIP mirror in the room, a thought crossed his mind.
"I need proof—something to compare to in the future. I should take pictures now"
Ethan whispered to himself, determination setting in, as he want things to work, and understanding everything concerning the system, and how his body is going to react Concerning all the attribution.
"Next time I get points, I'll take note of every change including my Strengths, my body Charmness and if possible when I start adding points to my Speed and Intelligent I would take note of everything"
Ethan said to himself.
With that, he grabbed his phone and quickly snapped a few pictures of his new self, making sure to capture every angle.
He studied the photos carefully, his expression thoughtful.
"Next time"
he murmured.
"I'll be ready to notice any changes when I add point to my body Charmness, since I can feel my Strength already, I would be going to the gym to carry some heavy weight. With that I will Monitor my strength growth"
At that moment Ethan then remembered something important. The man who had saved him—the man he owed his life to. Who was he? Why had he helped him? Ethan decided it was time to find out.
He walked closer to the bed, and the record of the man was their. Grace brought it when he was still in the director office, and he took it along with him coming here.
He sat down on the bed and opened the record and checked it.
It didn't take long before he saw what he wanted to see.
"He owns a local restaurant nearby" Ethan read aloud, a bit surprised with the development.
"No wonder he was able to help me, but the restaurant is located in the local place in this environment, though...and I'm going to pay him a visit, and thank him properly for what he did for me"
He thought about how the man had not only saved his life but also paid his medical bills. It was a debt Ethan couldn't ignore.
"If possible I would donate or invest in his restaurant"
Ethan decided, nodding to himself. "I remembers Grace said the man spent all of his money for my hospital bill and without being told i know the man is Struggling, I must do something tangible for him."
Ethan at that moment started Feeling a surge of purpose towards the man he got up from the bed, ready to leave the VIP room.
But as soon as he stood up, he froze in his position.
He looked down at himself and realized he was still wearing the hospital clothes—the loose, pale gown that everyone wore.
He remembered his own clothes had been thrown out yesterday because they were covered in blood and torn to pieces.
"What do I do now, Where on earth will I get new clothes from, I might have so much money on the system but I can't spend anything, none of the investment is Providing any revenue just yet because it hasn't been up to 24 hours yet. And the system won't reflect what the hospital had made"
Ethan muttered to himself, his brow furrowing in concern. He didn't have any money on him, and he couldn't just walk out with the hospital clothes.
Using the system funds wasn't an option either, not yet. The system bank hadn't reflected any money in his account yet. If it had, he could have used a little bit from the money the hospital had made. But now, he was stuck.
Ethan's mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do.
At that moment he felt a wave of panic rising in his chest, but he pushed it down, trying to stay calm.
"I might have to postpone this visit to some other day maybe tomorrow, by then the system must have reflected, and definitely it might have made something for him to buy new clothes and get something for himself"
He said and nodded his head.
"That is what I will do"
Just then, he heard a knock on the door.
Without any hesitation he said.
"Come in"
He turned to see Mr. Davis, the hospital director, walking in.
"Mr. Davis!"
Ethan exclaimed, a bit of relief washing over him.
"Good morning, Ethan"
Mr. Davis greeted him with a kind smile. He was holding a small envelope in one hand and a sleek bank card in the other.
Ethan watched as Mr. Davis walked over to him and handed him the envelope first. Inside was an access card.
"This is for all the Restriction areas in the hospital"
Mr. Davis explained, his voice gentle.
"You'll need this if you want to move around the hospital freely."
Ethan nodded, taking the card. "Thank you, Mr. Davis"
he said, appreciating the gesture. But his eyes were fixed on the bank card in Mr. Davis's other hand.
"And this,"
Mr. Davis continued, holding out the bank card.
"It's for you."
Without hesitation Ethan took the card, his hands trembling slightly. "What's this for?"
he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
" This is the hospital card and since you're now the new owner, it's supposed to be in your possession"
Mr. Davis said, his expression kind.
Ethan stared at the card he never thought of this, but since he's in need of some cash, he felt a bit of hope. But one question nagged at him and without an hesitation he asked.
"How much is inside?"
He said looking up at Mr. Davis with wide eyes.
Mr. Davis smiled, with a knowing look in his eyes.
"One million dollars."