A Man Called Revenge

Chapter 9: Asclepius Wing

 “Can you get me Montague, please?” Gary asked the Nurse beside him the following morning. 

 She nodded and scurried off to fetch Doctor Montague. In the meantime, Gary was left to admire the hospital room. It was like a room cut straight from a sci-fi movie scene, like something Elon Musk and his team would create. 

 The door opened, and doctor Montague walked in, quickly heading towards Gary. “Good morning, sir. I see you are doing well, Master Wang. What do you need me to do for you, sir? Name I,t and I will get it done in the blink of an eye!” Montague said loyally.

 “I want off! I am okay. Take these drips and needles off my body.” Gary demanded softly.

 “B.. But sir, you are barely getting better. It’s just been 3 days, sir. You are supposed to be on that bed for a week, sir.” Montague argued. 

 “I am not a weak man, Montague, and I have been through worse in my life. So, do as I say and take these things off me, will you?” Gary became more firm. 

 Seeing how Montague, a doctor he once respected and only saw on screen, obey his orders felt so surreal, like a dream he’d never dare to dream. Gary watched as Montague hesitated, his hands trembling slightly before he nodded with a reluctant bow. 

 The doctor moved closer, his fingers careful as he began disconnecting the IV drips and needles, each pull sending a tiny sting through Gary’s arms. The cool air hit his skin where the tubes had been, a strange freedom that made his chest swell with a mix of pride and disbelief. 

 He’d spent years taking orders from the Lancasters, enduring their sneers, and now here was Montague—a man he’d once seen only on TV, a legend in medicine—obeying him like a servant. 

 It felt… It felt good.

 “There, sir,” Montague said softly, stepping back with a respectful tilt of his head. “But please, take it easy. Your body’s still healing from the… ordeal.” His voice carried a hint of worry, human and genuine, which softened the edges of Gary’s newfound authority.

 Gary swung his legs over the side of the bed, the silk sheets sliding off him as he tested his strength. His muscles ached, a dull throb from the beating, but he pushed through, standing tall despite the wobble in his knees.

  “I’ve survived worse, but hey, thanks for the care.” he muttered, more to himself than to Montague, thinking of the countless nights he’d hidden bruises from Evelyn’s family, the times he’d swallowed his pride to keep peace. This pain? It was nothing compared to that.

 Montague sighed, a fatherly sound, but didn’t argue further. “As you wish, Master Wang. I’ll have Serena arrange for your departure. She’ll be here soon to guide you.” He gave a small bow and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

 Gary stood there, alone for a moment, his breath steadying as he took in the room again. He had only seen his hospital room and not the entire Asclepius Wing Hospital. He was in for a series of surprises. 

 The door opened again, and Serena stepped in, her blonde hair catching the light like a halo, her black suit crisp and commanding. “Master Wang, good morning,” she greeted, her voice warm yet firm, a smile tugging at her lips. “Ready to see your empire?”

 Gary nodded, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. “Show me. All of it.”

 Serena led him out, her steps confident as they moved through the Asclepius Wing’s gleaming corridors. Nurses and doctors nodded respectfully as they passed, their whispers of “sir” and “Master” still a strange melody in his ears. He had to get used to it, he told himself, letting the title sink into his soul like a new name.

  They reached a private elevator, its doors sliding open with a soft chime, and descended in silence. 

 When the doors opened again, Gary’s breath caught. They stood on the outskirts of New York City, before the entire hospital grounds. This was it, this was Asclepius Wing. It was like a small city unto itself, sprawling with pristine white buildings that gleamed under the morning sun, their glass walls reflecting the sky like mirrors. 

 Gardens bloomed with colorful flowers, fountains danced with water, and pathways wound through manicured lawns where patients and staff moved with a quiet dignity. 

 Gary’s eyes widened, his heart thumping with a mix of awe and disbelief. This was Asclepius Wing—his hospital, his domain—and it felt like stepping into a world he’d only dreamed of.

 Serena guided him forward, her presence steady beside him, her blonde hair catching the light as she walked. “This is just the beginning, Master Wang,” she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that eased his nerves. 

 They approached a sleek Black Limousine parked near the main entrance, its polished surface shining like a beacon. Beside it stood a convoy—three more luxury cars, in the front and three more at the back, their engines purring softly, flanked by men in sharp suits who stood at attention, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a quiet intensity. 

 Gary’s breath hitched again. This was no ordinary ride home; this was a show of power, a shield for the man he was becoming. His car barely survived into another day and now, he was driving in a Limo? Accompanied by a convoy of six freaking cars?