******For a moment after hearing master Yuan’s accusation, the mighty second son of the Wales family stood frozen, unable to react.But then suddenly, panic seized him and his limbs moved of their own accord, scrambling toward Master Yuan like a drowning man toward a rope.“I-I swear, Master Yuan, this has nothing to do with me! I don’t even know that lunatic!”He dropped into a deep bow, his voice trembling, his tone a frantic blend of fear and pleading.“He’s just a con artist! A nobody! My shameless brother’s daughter dragged him in, and I had no idea he was going to spout such… blasphemy!”Sweat glistened on his forehead like dew on death row.“I would never... never dare insult you in your life! You’re a legend after all! A sage! A deity-level doctor! I’ve heard of your miraculous treatments since I was in diapers!”He looked on the verge of tears.Glenn, from his corner, offered a soft yawn and looked at his watch.“Wow,” he muttered, loud enough to be heard. “Didn’t

******Time itself seemed to slow down the instant the needle pierced the patient's skin with surgical precision, everyone watching anxiously as the tip vanished beneath flesh.The air in the ward turned impossibly heavy.At the sight before them, every member of the Wales family, including Trent, his pompous wife, their smug children, and even Melissa’s normally stoic parents, unconsciously clutched at their chests.But it was Melissa who stood at the epicenter of this storm of emotion. Her eyes, wide and filled with anxiousness, stayed locked on the old man lying in bed.None of them dared to blink.Even the clocks on the wall seemed to hesitate in ticking forward, as if time itself was holding its breath.But then suddenly, the once lifeless body that lay bloated, bloodless, and eerily pale began, almost imperceptibly at first, to regain color.A subtle shift in hue spread across the old patriarch’s cheeks, a faint rosiness blossoming like dawn after a relentless storm.Th

******Realizing what was going on, Trent felt his heart clawing against his chest, because for all his flaws… greed, manipulation, and selfishness, he did love his father… if only because the will wasn’t finalized as it should.“No… no… he can’t die… not like this, not now…” he whispered, a new wave of dread washing over him.With a strangled cry, he spun and grabbed Master Yuan by the sleeves, yanking the old man from his trance. His eyes were wild, desperate. “Please! You’re the best in the East, right? DO something! Please fix this!”The irony was almost poetic.Just hours ago, they were parading the man as a divine healer. Now they begged him to undo the very damage he caused.The rest of the family joined in. Melissa’s parents, Trent’s wife, and even the grandchildren surrounded Master Yuan, their hands clasped, and their faces twisted in desperation.“Please, save him!”“Do anything, just don’t let him die!”“We’ll pay double, no… triple—anything you want!”Master Yua

******A pin-drop silence swept through the ward the moment Melissa’s desperate plea echoed off the sterile walls of the VVIP ward.It was as though the very air had been sucked out of the room.For a heartbeat, the mourning halted, tears froze midstream, and every single person… right from the quiet nurses to the elite doctors and disbelieving family members, turned to stare at her as if she had just sprouted horns and started speaking an alien tongue.Finally, they comprehend what was going on, and in the following second, all eyes widened, and every mouth hung ajar.Then came the murmurs.“Did… did she just… kneel to someone other than her grandfather and parents?”“Wait… Did... did the favorite granddaughter of the Wales family's patriarch actually just beg someone?”“Is she out of her mind? That boy looks like he sells pirated DVDs for a living.”“Didn't she see the top-tier doctors and Deity-level Master Yuan failing and getting rendered helpless? How could she want the

******The VVIP ward was already tight with tension before now, the kind that clung to the walls and prickled down every spine. But the very moment Glenn’s voice rolled through the ward, smooth and sharp like a velvet-wrapped scalpel, time seemed to halt.“You remember earlier, when you refused to believe me?” Glenn had said, his voice so effortlessly composed it nearly sounded bored. “When I told you I’m versed enough to teach you? Well, keep your eyes open. I don’t like repeating lessons.”The effect was immediate and electrifying.His tone wasn’t raised. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t even smug. But it had all the arrogance of a king explaining gravity to a peasant… and doing it over breakfast, with one eye still on his toast.A beat of silence followed.Even Master Zhen Yuan… an icon, a paragon of medical mastery, a man whose presence made full-grown surgeons stammer, froze mid-breath. His fingers, which had been calmly folded behind his back, twitched. His pride flared like a m