The rainfall felt like shattered glass against his face, but Calvin Hudson didn’t care. His legs were a blur of superhuman motion, each stride covering ten yards as the pure Qi in his dantian burned like an internal engine."System!" Calvin roared into his mind as he sprinted past the blurry city lights. "How much time does Elara have left?!"[Ding! Warning: Target Elara Hudson’s vital systems are rapidly destabilizing. Host has precisely four minutes and twelve seconds before cellular brain death occurs. Accelerating internal Qi flow to lower limbs.]"Faster!" Calvin hissed, his boots tearing up chunks of asphalt as he practically flew toward Bacca Central Hospital.Inside the 7th-floor VIP Intensive Care Unit, the atmosphere was dead silent, save for the hum of a ventilation fan. Dr. Harrison stood over Elara’s bed, his hand resting on the main power breaker of the life-support module. Beside him, a junior doctor, Dr. Lin, trembled violently."Dr. Harrison... are we really doing thi

Beep… Beep… Beep…The steady, rhythmic sound of the auxiliary heart monitor sliced through the stunned silence of the ICU like a scalpel. The long, agonizing death-wail that had filled the room just moments ago was entirely gone.Dr. Lin looked up at the digital dashboard, his glasses sliding down his nose. His eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Dr. Harrison… look at the arterial pressure. 120 over 80. It’s… it’s a textbook perfect reading!""Shut up! That’s impossible!" Dr. Harrison scrambled off the floor, his face twisted in utter disbelief. He shoved Lin aside, lunging toward the primary medical terminal. He slammed his palms onto the desk, staring at the surging green lines. "The brain waves! Look at the EEG tracker! The cellular hypoxia is reversing! This defies every law of modern biochemistry!""Look at her face, Doctor," Calvin said. His voice was calm, though his chest heaved slightly from the massive expenditure of his internal Qi. He stood over Elara's bed, his hand sti

The rain continued to lash against the glass walls of the hospital's rear corridors. Calvin walked with a swift, even stride, his mind sharp despite the intense Qi he had just expended to save Elara. "Master, the hospital administration is in a frenzy," Vivian said, walking briskly beside him as she checked her secure tablet. "Director Harrison’s arrest has triggered a silent alarm. The internal security force is locking down the main exits to question you." Calvin didn't slow down. "They can try. Let's use the lower service tunnels." As they crossed the glass-enclosed skybridge connecting the VIP wing to the emergency bay, a sudden, piercing wail of sirens cut through the thunder. A sleek, armored midnight-black ambulance tore through the hospital gates, bypassing the standard emergency bay and screeching to a halt directly at the restricted VIP entrance. Ten heavily armed private security guards instantly formed a defensive perimeter, pushing back the hospital's staff. "Cl

The storm had fully cleared, leaving the city of Bacca bathed in the crisp, cold light of dawn. Inside the VIP corridor of Bacca Central Hospital, the air was dead silent. The debris from the previous night's confrontation had been immaculately swept away. Elena stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her fingers flying across a secure, encrypted holographic tablet. Her tailored grey suit was pristine, and her expression was a mask of absolute, icy focus. "The perimeter is entirely ours, Master Hudson," Elena said as Calvin walked out of Elara’s room, closing the door softly behind him. "The hospital administration has been completely bypassed. I have scrubbed all local surveillance footage of your arrival from the city's central servers. As far as the public is concerned, you were never here." "Good," Calvin replied, adjusting the cuffs of his black suit jacket. "What about Elara? She cannot stay in this building. The Vance family and Julian Sterling still have desperate eyes inside

The cold morning mist hanging over the hospital entrance shattered as the thunderous growl of high-performance engines echoed down the boulevard. Inside the main lobby, Inspector Vance had his heavy steel handcuffs raised, his sneer frozen as Calvin stood completely motionless, his dark eyes radiating a terrifyingly calm aura. Julian Sterling was still laughing hysterically in the background, clutching his broken cane. "What is that noise?" Inspector Vance muttered, lowering his cuffs by a fraction of an inch as the glass walls of the lobby began to vibrate violently. "It sounds like a military convoy," one of the Bureau officers whispered, his hand anxiously gripping his holster. Through the massive glass facade of the hospital, a breathtaking sight materialized. Ten identical, sleek, midnight-black luxury sedans bearing the silver trident emblem of the Knight Marine Fleet tore through the security gates. They didn't park; they formed a flawless, aggressive tactical crescent righ