"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. Rainw

Victor Vance slammed his palm onto the podium, his face flushing dark. "The extent? You stand formally accused of gross negligence and falsification, intern! Do you have a single defense before this board strips your credentials and remands your file to the state medical commission?"Melvin took a single step toward the stage. Through his Astral Sight, the Vice Director's body remained fully exposed—revealing not only the forged signatures tucked within the folder, but the thin, volatile arterial wall expanding precariously along Victor Vance's left carotid artery."I have plenty to say, Dr. Vance," Melvin said, a faint, cold tilt touching the edge of his lips. "Starting with the fact that every affidavit in that folder bears a forged signature... and ending with the reality that your left carotid artery won't survive the afternoon if you continue to raise your blood pressure."A suffocating silence gripped the auditorium, so dense that the low hum of the overhead projector sounded li

The heavy silence inside the VIP isolation suite was broken only by the rhythmic, steady beep of Chloe Sterling’s heart monitor. The deadly purple swelling on her abdomen had completely receded, replaced by the faint, healthy rose flush of restored vitality.Dr. Victor Vance stood frozen near the door, his eyes wide with disbelief, while Dr. Samuel Reed swallowed hard, wiping sweat from his trembling forehead. They had set a trap to crush an impoverished intern, only to watch him execute a medical miracle that defied every standard law of modern clinical medicine.Lady Beatrix Sterling stepped past the stunned doctors, her sharp eyes fixed entirely on Melvin. For the first time in years, the fearsome matriarch of the Sterling Syndicate showed genuine emotion, her voice softened by deep maternal gratitude."You saved my daughter’s life when every chief specialist in this city gave up on her," Beatrix said, her tone carrying immense authority. She gestured to her senior aide, who immedi

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 said, his voice ringing like a bronze bell. "Six months, Vanessa. For six months, while I worked eighteen-hour ER shifts and ate cheap instant noodles just to save up for a ring, you were sleeping with Gavin in his luxury high-rise apartment."The lobby fell dead silent."Wh-What...?" Vanessa paled, her lips quivering."Yesterday, when you threw that ring onto

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. I