Michael pushed open the heavy door to the super VIP ward, stepping into a room thick with tension. Standing in the center of the room was a young woman, her eyes flashing with absolute fury as she pointed a finger at the hospital director's face. It was Juliana, the vice chairwoman of the Grand Alliance Group. "Do you take my money for granted?!" Juliana spat out, her sharp voice trembling with rage. "The Grand Alliance Group donates over one hundred million dollars in medical research funding to this hospital every single year! And yet my father has been rotting in this bed with a head-splitting migraine! If he is not cured today, I am pulling every single cent of our investment!" The hospital director was dripping with cold sweat, bowing his head repeatedly like a scolded child. "Miss Juliana, please calm down! I swear to you, I have personally gathered every chief specialist, surgeon, and expert in the city right here! We guarantee we will resolve the Chairman's condition today!

"Wait!" Juliana shouted, her hand shooting out to grab John’s wrist before he could press the syringe plunger any deeper into the central venous line. She turned to Michael, her eyes narrowing in a sudden mix of suspicion and panic. "Michael... what do you mean by poison? What symptoms are you talking about?" Michael didn't back down. He took a step closer to the bed, pointing directly at the old man's face and telemetry monitor. "Look at his skin and vitals, Juliana," Michael said, his voice ringing with absolute clarity. "He has severe, recurring migraines that don't respond to standard high-dose analgesics. His breathing is shallow and rapid. The jugular veins around his neck are engorged and dark blue, and there is a subtle cyanotic tint spreading across his upper lip. Those aren't signs of simple fatigue or high stress. That is a systematic, heavy-metal neurotoxin accumulating in his vascular system and severely constricting his cerebral blood vessels!" Juliana’s breath caught

Michael kept his eyes locked on the monitor, adjusting the pressure valves on the dialysis pump with extreme precision. "What is he doing?" a doctor in the background whispered in a hushed, terrified breath. Michael’s fingers moved rapidly across the control board, fine-tuning the chemical flow rate to ensure the patient's delicate blood vessels wouldn't collapse under the intense pressure. Step by step, the synthetic compound bound to the heavy neurotoxin, forcing the stagnant poison out from the vascular system and straight into the clear plastic reservoir tube. Michael monitored the critical vitals, channeling every ounce of his focus and energy. As the dark, toxic fluid began to collect inside the filtration chamber, a wave of intense exhaustion hit Michael all at once. His knees buckled, and his vision blurred. "Dr. Michael!" Juliana lunged forward, catching his arm before he could fall to the floor. Her eyes were wide with genuine worry. "Are you okay?!" Michael took

Michael pulled off his surgical gloves and tossed them into the bin with a heavy sigh. After stepping out of the VIP wing, he had immediately immersed himself in back-to-back consultations in the outpatient clinic, taking on patient after patient just to keep his mind off the suffocating drama surrounding his life.By the time he signed the chart for his final patient, the clock read past one o'clock. His stomach let out a faint growl, reminding him he hadn't eaten a single thing all day.Michael stood up, stretched his tired shoulders, and walked over to open his office door.Standing right outside in the quiet corridor, leaning elegantly against the wall, was Juliana. She had washed the bloodstains from her hands and face, her sleek black hair tied back in a sharp, pristine style.When she saw him open the door, a rare, soft smile touched her lips."Finished for the day?" Juliana asked, her tone smooth and pleasantly light.Michael blinked in surprise. "Juliana? Why are you still he

Michael sat at his desk in the Chief Director’s office, carefully reviewing the medical charts for the afternoon shift. The room was peaceful, a quiet haven away from the storm brewing across town. But that peace didn't last long. BANG! The doors of the clinic wing slammed open with a terrifying crash. "WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THAT FRAUD DOCTOR?!" A man stormed down the hallway, kicking open consultation room doors one by one. His face was flushed crimson with rage, his eyes bulging as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Patients scrambled out of the way, and nurses backed against the walls in sheer terror. Michael stood up, opening his office door just as the man reached his desk. "Are you Michael?!" the man roared, pointing a trembling, calloused finger right at Michael’s face. Michael kept his expression calm and unbothered. "I am Dr. Michael. Who are you, and why are you causing a disturbance in my hospital?" "You shameless, incompetent bastard!" the man screamed,