At that moment, Jerin, the head nurse, finally lost her patience.“Keep your mouth shut!” she shouted at Marcus. “Shut your mouth immediately!”Her voice echoed through the emergency corridor, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.Marcus’s expression darkened.He had not come there to insult anyone. He had not come there to make a mockery of the grieving family or draw attention to himself. He had only wanted to help. He had seen the faint trace of life still remaining inside the woman’s body, and he knew that she had not completely died.What was he supposed to do?Was he supposed to stand there and watch her die when he knew he could save her? Was he supposed to walk away and allow another family to experience the same pain he had endured when he failed to save his own father?What would he gain by refusing to help?Nothing.He had only chosen to offer them a chance, yet they were treating him as if he were a madman who had no idea what he was saying.Marcus’s eyes grew colder.“

At that moment, Doctor Morrison heard the nurse’s words, and for a second, he simply stared at Marcus.Then he burst into laughter.It was not a laugh of amusement. It was loud, mocking, and filled with contempt, echoing through the emergency corridor and making several people turn in their direction.“Oh, he said he can heal her?” Doctor Morrison asked, pointing at Marcus. “Is that what he said?”The nurse nodded hesitantly.Doctor Morrison laughed even harder.“Wow. I never knew we had a healer in our midst.” He looked Marcus up and down with exaggerated surprise. “I never knew he was a healer. Just look at him.”Marcus remained still, his eyes fixed on Doctor Morrison.The doctor’s smile widened.“So, because you don’t have money, you have decided to become a scammer?” he asked. “Is that what this is? Since you cannot pay for your mother’s treatment, you now want to become a con artist?”His voice grew louder, and every word was carefully chosen to humiliate Marcus.“You want to de

Doctor Morrison shook his head slowly, his expression twisted with disgust, as though the very sight of Marcus standing before him had become something unbearable to look at, something so shameful that it offended not only his professional pride but his understanding of basic human decency.He could not believe it.He genuinely could not believe that a man could sink so low, could allow desperation to consume him so completely, that he would turn to deceiving grieving families simply because he had failed to raise enough money to save his own dying mother.“I am not even surprised,” Doctor Morrison finally said, his voice dripping with contempt. “This is exactly what desperate people do. This is exactly the kind of behavior desperate people fall into when they have lost every ounce of dignity they once had.”He looked around at the nurses, the bystanders, and the grieving woman still trembling beside the gurney, as though inviting them to witness the spectacle with him.“Desperation li

The moment his mother’s eyes fluttered open, her expression twisted into something between disbelief and confusion, as though her mind could not fully comprehend what her eyes were showing her, as though the very act of waking up had become a miracle too impossible for her exhausted body to accept.She had not expected to see Marcus standing above her.She had not expected to be alive at all.For a woman who had spent her final conscious moments believing that death had already claimed her, waking up to the sight of her son’s face hovering anxiously over her felt like stepping into a dream she did not dare trust, a fragile illusion that might shatter the moment she tried to reach for it.“What is happening?” she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling, barely more than a breath escaping her cracked lips. “What… what is going on?”Her words came out slow and broken, each syllable requiring more strength than her weakened body could easily provide. Her eyelids fluttered as though the s

As the vehicle came to a complete stop, two uniformed security guards emerged from a small booth positioned beside the entrance, their expressions immediately shifting into suspicion the moment they noticed the state of the passenger stepping out of the taxi—torn clothing, dried blood staining his skin, and a frail, unconscious woman cradled protectively in his arms.“Taxis are not allowed beyond this point,” one of the guards said sharply, stepping forward with his hand raised firmly toward the vehicle. “This is a restricted passcode zone. Where exactly do you think you are going?”The taxi driver, still seated behind the wheel, glanced nervously between the guards and Marcus, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden tension building around them. He understood, better than most, that this particular estate had long been reserved exclusively for the elite—those with wealth, power, or bloodlines significant enough to warrant residence within its guarded walls. It was widely known throughou