"My father is the Vice Director. Tomorrow morning, I’ll personally ensure your evaluation records are filed with gross medical malpractice. By the end of this week, your medical license will be permanently revoked, and you'll be kicked out of Apex Medical Center like a diseased dog."Vanessa wrapped her arms tightly around Gavin’s waist, leaning against his shoulder while staring at Melvin with absolute indifference. "Get out of our apartment, Melvin. You're ruining our mood!"Melvin stared at the woman he had loved and protected for half a decade. The final embers of warmth in his heart died completely, replaced by a pitch-black abyss of icy silence.Slowly, agonizingly, Melvin dragged himself up from the floor. He didn't gather his clothes. He didn't look back at the trash can. He turned his back on them without uttering another word and walked out into the dark hallway.Outside, torrential rain poured down, soaking Melvin to the skin the second he stepped out of the building. Rainwa

Victor Vance had chosen the hour with considerable care.They had assembled for a public execution.When the heavy oak doors at the rear of the hall swung inward, every head turned in unison.Melvin walked down the carpeted aisle with measured, rhythmic steps. His attire remained modest, yet the man carrying it had become unrecognizable.. Gone was the slouched, exhausted intern weighed down by double shifts and quiet endurance. He held himself upright, his chin level, his dark eyes clear and absolute.Beneath his shirt, the Sovereign Astral Meridian hummed with circulating celestial qi, refining his senses and sharpening his awareness to a razor's edge. Through his newly awakened Astral Sight, the entire auditorium unfolded before him in transparent layers—he could discern the irregular pulse signatures of the board members, the arterial calcification of the senior staff, and the stagnant, dark qi decaying within Victor Vance’s liver."Look at him, still trying to project confidence,"

Ssssshhhh—!A sharp, frigid draft swept through the room, plunging the temperature instantly. A plume of thick, dark-grey mist hissed outward from the pores of Chloe’s lower stomach. The mist swirled wildly in the air, emitting a faint, unnatural shriek before Melvin’s radiating aura incinerated it into harmless, invisible ash.The swollen, drum-like distension of Chloe’s abdomen collapsed before the eyes of everyone in the room. Within five seconds, her stomach flattened completely back to its natural, slender form.Beep... Beep... Beep...The frantic, piercing alarm of the cardiac monitor abruptly smoothed into a steady, rhythmic pulse."Pressure surging back to 110 over 70!" the monitoring nurse stammered, her voice high and trembling with disbelief as she stared at the digital screen. "Heart rate seventy-two... oxygen saturation ninety-eight percent! The spatial displacement is gone! Her organ metrics are completely normal!"A soft, shuddering gasp broke the silence.On the bed, Ch

The surrounding crowd gasped. Several interns and nurses who knew Vanessa immediately began whispering among themselves.Melvin stood still, watching her theatrical performance. Through his Astral Sight, he could clearly read her physiological state.He already know her pulse was rapid, her adrenaline spiking not from genuine heartbreak or guilt, but from naked, desperate greed. She saw his rising status, and she wanted to leech off it once more.A faint, cold smile touched the corner of Melvin’s lips. He raised his voice slightly, allowing his qi-infused words to carry cleanly across the entire vaulted lobby."Coerced." Melvin let the word sit in the air until it curdled."Marlowe Street. Forty-second floor. Every Tuesday and every Friday for six months." His voice carried clean across the vaulted lobby, unhurried, pitched for the back row. "Gavin told me himself, three minutes before he kicked me across a doorframe. He was very proud of one detail in particular."Vanessa's face drain

Melvin stood alone in the center of the trap, surrounded by twenty armed men, simply looked up at Victor Vance on the balcony, his eyes cold and dark as an abyss.Twenty heavy tactical shields formed an impenetrable ring around Melvin, locking him inside a tight perimeter of cold steel and crackling voltage.Chief Fresco took a deliberate step forward, heavy boots thudding against the polished marble floor. A smug, vicious grin stretched across his broad face as he raised the heavy steel handcuffs."Hands behind your back, kid," Fresco barked, his voice booming off the glass walls. "You have three seconds before my men force you to the ground."Up on the second-floor balcony, Vice Director Victor Vance leaned over the gilded railing, resting his chin on his hands. A victorious, gloating sneer lit up his features as he leaned toward Dr. Samuel Reed."Look at him, Samuel," Victor whispered, his tone brimming with venomous satisfaction. "He thought curing one girl made him untouchable. In