​Liam had stepped forward, stretching out his his arm to block Joey's hand from touching the patient.​During the few minutes he had been standing quietly beside the bed, observing the patient, Liam had noticed some signs which were glaringly obvious to his competent eyes.​Chairman Umber's lips had become more noticeably purple, even though the discoloration was faint, but it was standing out against his pale skin. ​The chairman was standing at the edge of a fatal collapse!​The cranial acupoints that Joey was blindly aiming for were very sensitive, and if the wrongly acupoints were stimulated with unguided needle pressure, the sudden rise in blood pressure would instantly cause the patient's cranial blood vessels to burst, hence allowing the poison to flood his bloodstream. The poisoning would accelerate, and become even more fatal. Meanwhile, Joey thought he was just moments away from applause, if only this idiot hadn't interrupted him. The veins on his neck bulged with irritati

​The piercing alarms of the heart and blood pressure monitors were screaming in the VIP suite like a siren of doom.​"The patient’s intracranial pressure is spiking off the charts! His blood pressure is crashing! Cardiac arrest is imminent!"​Joey stood frozen beside the bed, his face drained of every drop of color. His limbs had gone numb as he stared at the blackish streaks of blood on Chairman Umber’s temples, completely paralyzed by guilt and panic.​"I-Impossible…!" Joey stammered, his teeth chattering violently as he took two steps backward. "This is completely impossible! My master, Dr. Arthur, taught me this exact procedure! It's the Ten-Port Cerebral Revival, it's supposed to instantly reset the cranial circulation! Why is he hemorrhaging like this?! There is no way my master's technique was wrong!"​Serena’s heart dropped into her stomach.Her red eyes were brimming with tears.Seeing Joey panicking

​The tension in the VIP suite was stretched so tight it felt ready to snap. Joey Harrison stood back with his arms crossed, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he waited for Liam to make a fool of himself.​Liam ignored the shocked stares around him completely. His hands were steady, his clinical gaze sharpened to absolute focus. Lifting the silver forceps, he picked up the first primed medicinal leech from the basin of heparinized solution and positioned it directly over the swollen, purple hematoma at Chairman Umber’s temple.​One by one, Liam placed all ten active leeches across the critical drainage pathways and congested vascular points along the elder's temples and the base of his skull. The moment the specialized organisms latched on, their natural bio-active enzymes began working, rapidly breaking down the micro-thrombi and drawing out the sluggish, poisoned blood trapped beneath the scalp.​Liam did not simply stand back and watch. He steppe

​Chloe's shrill, accusing voice hung in the air, vibrating against the opulent walls of the VIP suite. Her chest heaved with suppressed distress, her delicate, porcelain face flushed with humiliation and anxiety. She had rushed over as a caring friend to check on Chairman Umber, yet finding Liam standing in the center of the room made her possessive, insecure heart flare with sudden panic. She was terrified that Liam would expose their broken marriage and the painful paternity drama to her closest circle.​Liam looked at Chloe, his bloodshot eyes heavy with weariness. After everything that had happened—the unyielding test results, the slap from her father, the threats from her lawyer—her immediate assumption that he had come here to slander her only deepened the hollow ache inside his chest.​"I am not here to spread anything, Chloe," Liam said, his voice dropping into a flat, raspy, and thoroughly exhausted tone. "I work in this hospital. I was summoned to this wa

​The heavy double doors of the VIP suite clicked firmly shut behind Liam, leaving the three young heiresses standing in the spacious, quiet room. The rhythmic, steady beeping of the bedside monitors filled the silence, confirming that Chairman Marcus Umber was resting peacefully after the harrowing ordeal. ​Chloe kept her eyes fixed on the empty doorway, her heart aching with a mixture of confusion and possessive longing. For seven whole years, Liam had been the quiet, gentle presence waiting at home with warm soup and a soothing smile. She had grown so accustomed to viewing him as her dedicated protector in the shadows that hearing other high-society women speak of him as a heroic, miraculous doctor felt like discovering a completely different stranger. ​"Cynthia, you still haven't answered me," Chloe pressed softly, turning around with an anxious, questioning gaze. "How did you and Liam really cross paths? You said he saved your grandfather, but Liam has spent years working at an