Milky white substance

The emergency room was brightly lit late at night, with over a dozen doctors in white coats huddled together, whispering among themselves, each holding a medical report in their hands.

They occasionally peered through the observation window at the young man lying flat on the hospital bed.

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible," the middle-aged doctor said, shaking his head as he looked at the report in his hand.

"The average penis length for a relaxed adult male is typically between 4.7 to 6.3 inches, and between 5.1 to 7.1 inches when erect. He has no mixed heritage, reaching this size is extremely rare. Moreover, beyond a certain length, hardness is inevitably compromised, but the data doesn't lie."

Another male doctor, with a serious expression, added, "He also suffers from muscle atrophy, which theoretically should increase the firmness under healthy conditions."

In the corner of the emergency room, Scarlett stood with her arms crossed, her expression grim.

Dr. David approached her, his expression awkward.

Just moments ago, he had witnessed a medical miracle. The patient, who had been on the brink of death with his heart nearly stopped, suddenly sat up in bed.

It was as if he had been resurrected, even able to utter simple words and move his paralyzed limbs slightly.

He immediately reported the incident to his superiors.

Experts arrived at the hospital overnight to examine the situation, initially discussing muscle atrophy.

Soon, however, the focus shifted dramatically, with everyone's attention drawn to Ethan's "Pecker."

"Miss Scarlett," Dr. David coughed lightly, "the conclusion we've reached is that the patient isn't truly paralyzed. It's a pseudo-paralysis due to the body not moving for a long time."

"So, you're saying you have no real conclusion?" Scarlett's face darkened as she listened to the experts discuss Ethan's condition. She stood there, afraid of missing crucial information.

But after a brief discussion on muscle atrophy and heart conditions, their focus shifted elsewhere.

She listened intently, afraid to miss any key details.

Then she listened for a full hour.

Blair had slipped away in the chaos after Ethan sat up, her phone turned off.

Scarlett had many questions but didn't dare leave Ethan alone here.

"Ahem," Dr. David looked embarrassed. Medicine, especially neurology, was always a complex field, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many medical miracles. "We suspect that under some stimulation, the nerves suddenly became active. Such cases are not isolated. Of course, we need to observe further."

Dr. David finished speaking, his gaze inquiring, "Did the patient experience anything unusual today?"

Scarlett, reminded of the scene she had witnessed when she turned on the light, saw her daughter lying on Ethan's body, which was shocking enough, especially since she was wearing her clothes and a wig just like hers.

And then there was Ethan, who hadn't managed to fully dress during the resuscitation.

Thinking of this, Scarlett's vision blurred, and her body weakened, almost fainting. She quickly braced herself against the wall to steady herself.

"Ah? Miss Scarlett, are you alright?" Dr. David instinctively stepped back, now quite wary of this woman.

"I'm fine, just a bit tired," Scarlett waved her hand dismissively. "What's the treatment plan moving forward?"

Dr. David breathed a sigh of relief, "Hospital observation. The patient needs to cooperate with our examinations, and we can waive some of his medical fees."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the doctors who were heatedly discussing nearby and lowered his voice, "I will secure at least a 90% discount on the treatment costs for you."

He was at Scarlett's mercy, having been caught in a compromising situation, and could only try his best to please her.

Scarlett looked at the doctors who were pointing at a "Pecker" photo, engaged in a vigorous discussion.

Then she turned to Ethan on the hospital bed, "I need to ask for his opinion."

On the hospital bed.

Ethan was checking the system panel.

"Name: Ethan Jones"

"Age: 18"

"Strength: 1"

"Stamina: 3"

"Agility: 2"

"Skill: Hard as a rock LV1"

"Dying Wish: Refresh time 4 hours 1 minute."

He felt very confused now. Although his memory was blurry and his reactions slow at the time, he had since pieced together everything that had happened based on observations.

It was Blair, dressed in his aunt's clothes, who had completed his task.

"Damn, how am I supposed to face her now!"

Ethan felt somewhat helpless and overwhelmed.

He had just opened his eyes when he saw Blair hiding in a corner, holding high heels, and sneaking out through the back door.

His relationship with Blair was more about growing up together, knowing each other well.

They had grown up together, but after not seeing each other for a few years, their relationship had become somewhat estranged.

Even if her feelings had changed, wanting to take advantage of him before he died, why did she wear his aunt's clothes? Was it somehow more thrilling that way?

Ethan couldn't imagine how awkward their next meeting would be.

This also brought up another issue.

The system's criteria for completing tasks.

The task was marked as completed when Blair's calf pressed against his hand.

He clearly remembered the task description.

"Dying Wish: Really want to touch Auntie's sheer black stockings! Task reward points: 1000."

He could think of at least three explanations.

First: The task completion was based on his subjective perception, as he had mistaken Blair for his aunt in his confused state.

Second: Blair had stolen the black stockings from home, so touching Auntie's sheer black stockings didn't necessarily mean they had to be worn.

Third: Although Blair called Scarlett 'mom,' she was actually her sister. So theoretically, Blair was also his aunt.

"This is messed up..."

Ethan was utterly confused.

He needed to figure out the system's criteria for task completion, to make the next task much simpler.

He glanced at the system again.

"Dying Wish: Refresh time 3 hours 59 minutes."

He could only wait for the task to refresh to confirm.

Ethan's lips curled into a smile,now that he could speak, completing tasks would be a breeze.

At that moment.

Scarlett walked in, hiding the tiredness in her eyes, took his hand, and smiled warmly, "Ethan, how are you feeling?"

"I... I'm feeling good." Ethan also smiled, his right hand gripping his aunt's delicate, boneless palm.

Scarlett felt the strength in his palm, a flash of surprise in her eyes, then her eyes reddened, and she quickly covered them, "Ethan, because of your special condition, the hospital hopes you can cooperate with the examinations."

She didn't mention the discount on medical expenses.

"Of course, I can." Ethan guessed as much, showing a reassuring smile, "The more they focus on me, the greater my chances of recovery, right? It's not like they're dissecting me, I'm happy to cooperate."

With the system upgrades, his condition was becoming hard to conceal,better to appear cooperative.

"Mm." Scarlett nodded, looking at him, then suddenly reached out, pulled him into her arms, and pressed her face against his, "Welcome back."

Downstairs at the hospital.

Blair sat alone on a wooden bench, holding a cigarette in one hand. Her thumb and index finger of the other hand came together and then parted, pulling out a strand of gold and silver thread, which after a few pulls turned into a sticky milky white substance.

What is this?