******To be perfectly honest, Glenn wasn’t trying to be cruel or rude in the slightest… absolutely not.He was just being… well, himself. Blunt, unfiltered, and completely disinterested in sugarcoating anything for anyone.This was simply the way he spoke… deadpan and dry, with a hint of perpetual boredom, something the inmates back in prison had long grown accustomed to, and even found oddly entertaining after a while.But here, among some of the most respected professionals in the medical world, that same honesty landed like a thunderclap.The moment Glenn’s reply drifted through the air, stark and casual, it felt as though the very oxygen had been vacuumed from the VIP ward.Every soul present stood frozen in stunned silence, their faces contorted in disbelief, as if they had just witnessed someone slap the pope with a sandwich.None of them had expected this. Not even in the farthest corners of their minds.They had all assumed... no, knew that Glenn would be thrilled by

******At this moment, every doctor, every nurse, every intern, every member of the Wales family, and even the guards were frozen to their very core at the momentThey had witnessed what could only be described as a resurrection.Not a recovery.Not a stabilization.No. This wasn’t a slow crawl back from the brink… it was a leap across the abyss.Glenn hadn't merely healed a body. He hadn’t just slowed the dying process. He had turned back time.It was as if Glenn had pressed rewind on the patriarch’s very existence and restored him not just to health, but to vitality… to a state more youthful, more vibrant than anyone thought possible.And yet, despite the miracle before their eyes…No one cheered.No one clapped.They couldn’t. Their minds were still rebooting from the overload of the impossible.Even Master Yuan… who moments ago had been spiritually dismantled by Glenn’s brutal rejection, couldn’t remain untouched by the unfolding miracle.Slowly, the old master lifted

******At this moment, the sun was already at its golden peak, casting long beams across the city like celestial spotlights.Glenn walked through it all unhurriedly, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, and his demeanor appearing to be one of absolute serenity.He didn’t seem like a man who had just rocked the entire medical world just a moment ago. No, he looked more like a mildly curious tourist taking in an old town he had once visited as a child.His eyes drifted slowly from building to building, his gaze unblinking and strangely vacant. Not blank… but observational, as though filing each change in the city into a quiet archive in his mind.New skyscrapers had replaced worn-out structures, the previous narrow streets had widened, the sidewalks were now cleaner, more sterile, and digital billboards now danced with holographic ads he hadn’t seen in the past.He had merely been away for five years, yet the difference, beauty, and upgrade to the city made it seem as thoug

****** Glenn, of course, neither noticed nor cared about the gossip that happened after he left the reception area. And even if he had noticed, it wouldn’t have registered as anything more than a fly buzzing nearby to him. He unhurriedly stepped through the heavy doors into the main dining hall… and instantly froze. A wave of aroma struck him in the face like a warm gust of paradise. A symphony of roasted garlic, seared meat, caramelized onions, exotic spices, and freshly baked bread swirled through the air, triggering memories he didn’t even realize he had. His eyes momentarily fluttered. For one fleeting second, he looked as if he might weep. Real food. Not gray gruel. Not rubbery protein blocks. Not meals that tasted like despair. This… this was heaven on a plate. He swallowed thickly, the scent alone enough to ignite a storm in his stomach. And yet… Glenn didn’t rush. Instead, his face returned to that same calm neutrality, his body posture as relaxed as som

******The door instantly burst open the very moment Bianca’s furious shriek cut through the restaurant’s refined atmosphere like a blade.Four security guards, all dressed smartly in uniforms of navy shirts and black pants, rushed in with brisk urgency, scanning the room for the source of the commotion.Their faces bore the look of men whose jobs could vanish with a single customer complaint. This was Velvet Dine, after all, one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants. Any stain on its pristine image could mean the end of their career.They quickly located the source of the uproar… Bianca, and made their way toward her with practiced haste.“Ma’am, what seems to be the problem?” the leading guard asked, his voice tight with professional courtesy.Hearing them, Bianca turned slowly, her arms folding over her bejeweled chest in a show of exaggerated disdain.The disgust on her face was almost theatrical as she eyed the guard as if he were something scraped off the bottom of her