For a brief moment, he stood motionless, gazing at the patient. Some in the audience mistook his silence for hesitation. Whispers rose again.“The charlatan doesn’t know what to do.”“Look at him—he’s frozen in fear.”“Best for him to take back his words before he shames himself any further.”Their scorn cut through the air, but Antonio remained unmoved. He walked forward, his expression unreadable, and stopped at the patient’s side. His hands moved with calm precision as he examined the man—checking his pulse, feeling the heat of his skin, and observing the stiffness in his joints. He muttered a few observations under his breath, as though piecing a puzzle together.Finally, Antonio straightened and his eyes sweeped the room before settling back on the patient. “His body is overheated and his blood flow is obstructed. He needs treatment immediately. He must be placed in a hot bath prepared with specific ingredients that I will prescribe. Let him sit there for a few minutes, an

Antonio tried to calm Florence.“Be patient, Miss Gales,” he said in a low, composed tone. “What you see now is not the end. The body must walk through its valley of shadow before it reaches recovery. Trust me. Watch, and you will see.”Florence was not convinced, instead her eyes were wide with doubt. She shook her head furiously. “You can’t be serious, Mr Morris! Look at him—his pulse is weak, his color is gone. He doesn’t have much time left. Stop talking like this and do something before it’s too late!”Her words echoed the fear already in the room. The crowd’s whispers grew louder, filling the room with a heavy sense of fear. Then suddenly, the patient’s chest heaved violently. He convulsed, and a guttural groan tore from his throat before he leaned over and vomited another stream of thick, dark blood into the basin at his bedside.Gasps of horror spread across the room like wildfire. Florence clapped her hand to her mouth, her heart leaping into her throat.The vomiting w

Dozens of eyes fixed themselves on the white-coated doctors standing at the center of the hall. The faint hum of the overhead lights and the occasional shifting of a chair were the only sounds that broke the stillness. Everyone in the hall, from the esteemed professors seated in the front row to the curious attendees who had traveled from distant towns, shared the same anticipation.They wanted to hear the result.The patient lay quietly at the edge of the stage as his frail chest continued to rise and fall.Only days ago, his body had been wracked by the symptoms of a disease said to have no cure. But now, he was calm, breathing, and alive. Just one question filled everyone's heart. They wondered if Antonio had truly done the impossible.The doctors, who had run the tests exchanged anxious glances. Every second they delayed seemed to stretch into eternity, and the murmurs from the audience began to increase.Finally, one of the younger doctors stepped forward. His face was pale

She leaned in for a closer look. There was no mistaking it—the man in the photos was Antonio.The same Antonio she had once dismissed as unworthy of her time because his bank account had been empty, now stood beside giants with a quiet confidence in his eyes.Elaine’s chest tightened. She remembered one of their last conversations where she had thrown words at him in frustration, claiming that intelligence without money was useless, and that he would never amount to anything. At that time, her company was still thriving, and she had believed wealth was the only anchor that mattered. Antonio had once cautioned her about certain business decisions, but she had dismissed him with a scoff. He had even highlighted flaws in Green Deal's operations during the recent contract with Ardent Core, yet she ignored his warnings—too proud to admit he saw more clearly than she did.Now her empire was collapsing, burdened by debts and lawsuits, and fighting bankruptcy.Tears filled her eyes as sh

Antonio’s heart thumped with hope. “Finally,” he breathed. But just as he made his way up the rough path toward the shop, shadows moved from the trees around him. Ten huge men stepped into view. They were massive, their muscles bulged, and their faces carried scars.They stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall before Antonio, with their eyes burning with hostility.One of them, a bald man with a jagged scar across his left cheek, stepped forward and barked, “Halt!” His voice thundered, echoing through the still air. “What do you want here? Speak quickly.”As usual, Antonio wasn't moved. It wouldn't take him anything to bring them all down at once."You can see I came to the herb shop. So what do you want from me?"The men burst into laughter.This chunk had guts!One of them spat on the ground and circled Antonio slowly, his eyes glinting with cruel delight.“You fool,” he sneered. “Do you even realize where you’ve stumbled into? This place chews up fools like you and spit