A Man Called Revenge

Chapter 6: Master Wang

  3 Days Later

 Gary Wang’s eyes flickered open. Each time he did, his head throbbed with intense pain. But he was stronger. He managed to fully open his eyes.

 His vision was blurry, and he could barely hear a thing. When his vision was clear enough, the first thing he saw was an air conditioner standing at the corner of the room. It was unusually gold in color and was bigger in size than the usual ACs. 

 He stuttered. Where was he?

 He blinked hard, taking in the room around him. This wasn’t the usual hospital room with its chipped walls and dim lights. This place looked like heaven dropped down. 

 The walls were smooth and creamy, glowing softly. Above him hung a chandelier, its glass pieces sparkling like tiny stars, throwing light everywhere. The bed under him was soft, covered with silky sheets stitched with silver lines that hinted at big big money. A dark wooden dresser stood against one wall, its surface so shiny he could see himself, topped with a vase of fresh orchids that filled the air with a sweet smell. 

 Even the medical stuff—smooth monitors and a shiny IV stand—looked like they belonged in a rich person’s house, not a hospital.

 His breath caught, shaky and rough, as a cold fear crept up his chest. This wasn’t Zenith Care. It was something else—something too good to be true. Before the fear could grow, the door clicked open.

 Three nurses walked in, their white uniforms neat and pressed, with blue edges and little caps tilted just right. They moved like they were careful not to step wrong, their faces showing worry mixed with a strange respect. One carried a tray of shiny tools, another a pitcher of water that sparkled like it was special, and the third held a clipboard, pen ready like she was writing for a king.

 “Sir,” the first nurse said softly, “you’re awake. Thank goodness.” She set the tray down and rushed to his side, her hands hovering near him like he was too important to touch. The others came close, their eyes big with a mix of duty and awe. “Sir, please stay still. We’ll get Dr. Elias Montague right away.”

 “Sir?” Gary rasped, his throat dry and scratchy, the word feeling weird. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness pulled him back onto the pillows. His mind grabbed for memories—Kage’s fists, the gas station, that “Master” shout—but they slipped away like water. What happened?

 The nurses shared quick looks, staying calm. “Yes, Master Wang,” the second nurse said, pouring water with steady hands. She offered the glass, her fingers shaking a little—not from fear, but from the honor of helping him. “You’re safe now, sir. Dr. Montague will be here shortly.”

 Before Gary could ask another question, the door opened again, and a man stepped in, filling the room with his presence.

 Dr. Elias Montague—Gary knew that name. The richest, most famous doctor in the world, a man whose face showed up on TV and in big magazines. His silver hair was neat, his suit fit perfectly, and his sharp eyes locked onto Gary, making his skin tingle.

 “Master Wang,” Montague said, his voice deep and strong, like it carried weight. He walked to the bed, his shoes tapping on the smooth floor, and looked at Gary like he could see inside him. “You had us worried, sir. But you’re okay now. Welcome to the Asclepius Wing.”

 Gary’s mouth opened, then closed, words stuck. Asclepius Wing? He’d heard whispers—a place for the super-rich, where miracles cost a fortune. Even Millionaires in the States had to put a hole in their pockets to be treated here. It was meant for billionaires and Presidents alone. 

 Then what was he doing here?

 His head spun, not just from pain but from the crazy change. Nurses called him “sir” treated him like a king, and now the famous Elias Montague was here, talking to him like he mattered.

 “I… what happened?” Gary croaked, his voice breaking with confusion and a small hope he didn’t trust yet. Had he died? Was he now in heaven?

  His hands clutched the silky sheets, the soft feel a sharp reminder of how far he was from that cold gas station ground. Yes, he remembered everything. 

 Kage! Kage had his men beat him up terribly, to the point of death. He was supposed to be set ablaze in the gas station until someone saved him. The person called him master.

 Montague’s lips turned up a bit. But he too, acted careful around Gary, even addressing him as sir. 

 “Master Wang, we are glad you are alive. My life was on the line, and if you had not woken up, this hospital would have been shut down forever!” Doctor Montague said, relieved, but still shaken. 

 Gary was utterly confused, and he would have concluded that he was somewhere in heaven. This, all of this, was not real. But he could feel the sheets.

 “I will get Miss. Serena right away, sir. Please, just hold on.” Montague said and left hurriedly like he was not supposed to be talking to Gary.

 Gary was still trying to process his thoughts, but whatever was happening to him felt like a dream; it felt unreal. He was Gary Wang, the worthless son-in-law to the Lacanster family, a man with no future, hardly even called him by his name, hell they’d call him sir.

 Suddenly, the door gently opened, crashing into Gary’s disquieting thoughts. Who was it going to be this time? Another doctor from space? Or maybe even the president? At this point, Gary expected anything in this wild dream he was having.

 But, no, it was a lady. A lady that looked like she fell from the sky. She walked up to Gary Wang, bowed her head and spoke to him, 

 “Master Wang! Greetings sir. Finally, we found you!”