Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

"That man trusted him to save their father, and he turned the man's father into a blood-spewing corpse."

"Did anyone call the cops? If this guy isn't arrested, I won't be able to sleep well tonight."

"How does he even have the nerve to call himself a doctor? He's a killer in a white coat… I mean in beggar clothes!"

"Suddenly, feeling lucky, those elderly people earlier refused his treatment. They dodged a bullet to be honest!."

"…"

The internet was in shock. They had seen arrogance before, but this level of audacity? Unheard of.

The man wasn't just botching a treatment—he was killing someone in broad daylight, right in front of the victim's son!

Did he have a blood feud with the Wade Family or something?!

But Eric wasn't thinking about any of that. He barely reacted to Henry's furious kick. He didn't even reach for the needles scattered on the ground.

Instead, he crawled back to the old man, pressed his fingers to his pulse— And then… his face turned ashen. "The pulse… it's gone." The words left his lips before he could even process them.

His mind went blank.

'What…? How had it only been a few minutes? No—had it even been thirty seconds since Henry kicked him? Thirty seconds… and the old man was dead?'

Even with bleeding from all seven orifices, he shouldn't have died this fast.

'How is this possible? What the hell just happened?! Did I just… kill another old man? …Wait. Why did I say 'another'?!'

A chill ran down Eric's spine, but before the thought could take root, the distant wail of an ambulance siren echoed through the street.

For a brief moment, the tension in the air eased. But then—

"What the hell was that traffic jam all about?" one of the paramedics muttered. "All three roads leading here had Some kind of accidents at the same time. We were stuck for ages, and then, suddenly, all three cleared at once?"

"Yeah, the roads are usually fine. No idea why everything went to hell today."

The paramedics exchanged puzzled looks as they rushed toward the scene.

Inside the ambulance, a doctor muttered a quick prayer. "The patient is an elderly man who suffered a sudden stroke… I just hope we got here in time."

The moment the ambulance stopped, a team of doctors from the city's Hospital jumped out, stretcher in hand, and pushed through the crowd.

"Move! Don't waste our time!" the lead doctor barked, spotting Eric crouched over the patient. His frown deepened.

The old man's condition was critical, and he was still vomiting blood. Henry, consumed by worry for his father, didn't spare Eric another glance.

Eric, however, stood frozen, his body rigid as stone. He already knew. It didn't matter who came. No one could save him now. The man was beyond saving.

Eric's fingers twitched. His gaze darted to his needles, still scattered on the ground.

Now. Everyone was focused on Henry. The doctors were busy with the patient. The crowd's attention was drawn away.

Seizing the moment, Eric hurriedly gathered his needles, stuffed them into his pocket— And tried to slip away. But Eric had underestimated the snitches in the crowd.

"Oi! You can't leave! No way are you getting away with this!"

"I knew it! You're a fraud! You didn't just fail to save him—you made his condition worse!"

"You're not a doctor or a beggar—you're a murderer hiding behind a fake title!"

And then, the multicolor hair gang made their grand entrance. All five of them stood before Eric, blocking his escape. Each of them held up a phone, live-streaming everything.

Their shouts snapped the crowd back to their senses. In an instant, more people moved in, cutting off all possible escape routes.

Eric's breathing turned ragged. He was trapped.

Meanwhile, the doctors from Hospital had already lifted the old man onto the stretcher and carried him into the ambulance.

After a quick examination inside, the lead doctor turned to Henry, removed his mask—

And sighed.

"Mr. Henry… my condolences." The words struck like a hammer in mind as he lost his father to just a simple stroke that could have been prevented from a small treatment .

The lead doctor took a deep breath, his voice heavy with grim finality. "Your father initially suffered a stroke. On its own, it was treatable. But something else happened—his entire system collapsed. His blood flow reversed, his veins fell into complete disorder, and, to make matters worse, he suffered severe trauma to the back of his head. That injury accelerated his decline beyond what we could control."

Another doctor removed his mask, shaking his head. "If it had been just a stroke, we might have been able to save him… even now."

Given that their patient was the esteemed father of Henry, one of the influential figures in the city, the ambulance had been fully equipped with emergency supplies, and the response team consisted of top stroke specialists from Hospital. Yet, even they had arrived too late.

Henry collapsed to his knees, his mind an empty void. Then, in an instant, the numbness cracked, and fury surged through him like an unstoppable wave.

With a guttural roar, he shot up from the ground, his body moving before his thoughts could catch up. His eyes locked onto Eric, the man standing behind a wall of multi color hair thugs like man.

"You!" Henry bellowed, his voice too sadden because of the lost but angry because of who did it. "You killed my father!"

Eric's face drained of color. "No! I was trying to save him! You have to listen—"

"I don't want to hear your filthy damn lies!" Henry's fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. "My father had a stroke! He had a chance! But after you stuck those filthy dirty needles in him, his condition didn't improve—it got worse! He died… you… fucker!"

"I swear, I didn't—just let me explain—"

"Shut the hell up!" Henry's voice shook with rage. "Everyone here warned me about you! They called you a fraud! I didn't believe them at first. But now I see it with my own eyes! You're not just a fucking con artist. You're a fucking murderer."

"I'm not!" Eric's voice cracked. "You have to listen—"

"I don't need to listen to a damn killer!" Henry's chest heaved. "I swear on my name—on my family's name—I'll make you pay for this!"

With pure, unfiltered rage driving him, Henry lunged.