All Chapters of The Ultimate Doctor V’s Revenge : Chapter 11
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11. Doctor V is unavailable
The next morning, Vincent finished his hospital rounds earlier than usual. The surgeries had gone smoothly. Too smoothly. Whenever that happened, something always followed. His phone vibrated on the desk behind him. Once. Twice. Then again. He walked back to the desk and looked down at the screen. Leena. What did she want from him now? Another vibration. A message preview appeared. Vincent, please… I need to talk to you. He stared at it without opening it. His fingers hovered over the screen, then pulled back. Six months ago, he would have answered before the phone finished vibrating. Six months ago, her messages had been the center of his world. He would have dropped everything—sleep, pride, dignity—just to hear her voice. Now, he locked the screen and placed the phone face down. A knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” Vincent said. “A woman named Leena Zhou has been calling the hospital, saying she wants to speak to you,” Sian added. “She also calle
12. The meeting
Dinner at his uncle’s estate was quieter than it had ever been. The meal they had was the kind of meal Vincent used to dream about when he was younger. Now, the food sat untouched in front of him. Across the table, Gaius watched him closely. His uncle looked different these days. The deep lines of stress that once lived on his face had softened. His shoulders were relaxed, his movements unhurried. For the first time in years, Gaius looked like a man who could finally rest. Vincent had given him that peace. “You’ve done well,” Gaius said at last, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, steady. “The hospitals are thriving. The board doesn’t question your decisions anymore. I sleep better knowing the empire is in your hands.” Vincent nodded slightly but didn’t smile. Praise no longer warmed him the way it once did. Gaius studied him for another moment, then sighed and set his wine glass down. “I also heard about Meng Clothing.” Vincent’s fingers tightened around his c
13. Kneel and beg
Xian leaned back, crossing his arms, a faint sneer playing on his lips—as if old habits refused to die. Vincent noticed everything. The way Xian avoided looking directly at him. The way his father studied him with thinly veiled impatience. The way none of them apologized. Not yet. Meng Jianhua cleared his throat. “President Vincent, thank you for agreeing to meet us.” Vincent didn’t respond. The silence stretched, uncomfortable and heavy. “We believe there has been a misunderstanding,” Meng Jianhua continued. “Our company has suffered sudden setbacks—” “Because I made it suffer,” Vincent said calmly. Xian’s head snapped up. “You—” Vincent’s eyes cut to him, sharp and cold. Xian fell silent instantly. Vincent leaned forward slightly. “Let’s not pretend this is business fate. This is me.” Meng Jianhua stiffened. “You’re being emotional.” Vincent smiled faintly. “You raised a son who thought cruelty was entertainment. That’s emotional.” he said coldly. Xian s