Fifteen minutes, right on time.
The man stepped out of the elevator at an easy, unhurried pace. He was somewhere in his forties, hair slightly graying at the temples, his face warm with laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. Not the face of a bureaucrat. More like someone who genuinely enjoyed his work. His eyes found Caelan in the waiting chairs right away. He walked over and extended his hand with a smile that wasn't forced. "Good to see you again, Caelan. I didn't know you were out. These past few days must have been rough." Caelan stood and shook his hand. His smile was small but genuine. "Good to see you too, Emric. Not as bad as you'd think. Honestly, it wasn't bad in there." Emric Vane. Head of HR at Aurelian Hospital Velmont for the past ten years. The only person in this building who had once fought for Caelan's name harder than anyone else. Emric let out a short laugh and shook his head. "You never change. Always carrying that positive energy no matter what." He released the handshake and looked at Caelan with a warmth that was still serious. "So what brings you to Aurelian today?" "I want to come back and work here. As a doctor, like before." Emric didn't answer right away. His eyes read Caelan for a moment, like someone carefully weighing something. He knew what Caelan was capable of. Everyone at Aurelian who had been around long enough knew. But four years had passed. The medical world doesn't wait for anyone. Technology changed, protocols were updated, standards rose higher. Even active doctors had to keep learning constantly. "I need to discuss this with my superiors," Emric said finally. His voice was honest, not a refusal dressed up in politeness. "You know this process can't be settled today, Caelan. But I'll get back to you as soon as I can." Caelan nodded. "I understand." He wasn't expecting more than that. His reputation was in pieces, his license had been dead for four years. The fact that Emric had come down to the lobby and spoken to him directly was already far more than he had received from anyone else today. Caelan was about to say goodbye. Then a nurse came running from the direction of the elevator, out of breath, her eyes sweeping the lobby for someone. Her gaze stopped on Caelan. "Excuse me, sir." The nurse stopped in front of him, chest heaving. "Mr. Dorian Ashford is asking you to come to the catheterization room immediately. He's begging you to treat his father." Emric, standing beside him, immediately straightened up. "Dorian Ashford?" He looked at the nurse sharply. "The patient in catheterization is Victor Ashford?" The nurse nodded. "His condition is critical, sir. Doctor Aldric has tried everything but..." Emric didn't let that sentence finish. He turned to Caelan, and this time his expression was different. No longer the HR head carefully weighing things, but someone who knew exactly how many lives the man standing in front of him had once saved. Four years had passed, but Caelan was still Caelan. He was still a brilliant doctor. "We have to move fast." His voice was short and serious. "Victor Ashford can't wait any longer." Caelan didn't answer with words. He simply started walking, and this time his stride was different from before. Faster, more purposeful, like someone who already knew what needed to be done before the question had even finished being asked. Emric followed behind him. The nurse ran alongside them. The elevator opened. They stepped in. The button for the seventh floor lit up. --- The door to the catheterization room opened. The monitor alarms were still going off. The air inside felt heavy, a mix of antiseptic and a panic that wasn't visible but was felt by anyone who walked in. Dorian was standing in the corner of the room with eyes that had already run out of tears. When he saw Caelan step through the door, he moved forward without hesitation. "Please." His voice broke. "Please save my father, Doctor. You're my only hope right now." Caelan looked at the young man for a moment, then gave a calm nod. "Don't worry. Your father is going to be fine." "How arrogant!" Aldric was standing at the side of the table, face red, sweat still unwiped. His hands were still holding the defibrillator paddles that had already failed twice. "You think this is easy, Caelan?!" His voice exploded. "I've tried everything. The stent is in, two doses of epinephrine are in, the defibrillator has been used twice, and his blood pressure is still in freefall. Even the dopamine drip isn't giving any response at all!" His eyes blazed. "If I've already done all of this and still failed, what exactly can an ex-convict like you do?!" Caelan wasn't looking at Aldric. His eyes had been on Victor since the moment he walked in. He stepped closer to the table and stood at the patient's side. His hands moved slowly, pressing three points on Victor's left wrist, then shifting to his neck, applying light pressure just beneath the jawbone. "Everything you did was pointless because you've been treating the wrong condition." His voice was flat, not insulting, just stating a fact. "Like I said before, this is Jue Xin Tong. Absolute heart pain syndrome. Not an arterial blockage, but a disruption in qi flow along the pericardium meridian, triggered by chronic stress and the accumulation of heat toxins in the body over many years. A stent won't touch this problem. The defibrillator is only forcing an already exhausted heart to work harder than it should." His fingers pressed lightly beneath Victor's sternum, right at the Jiuwei point. "The blockage is here, and it runs into the Juque. Two points that will never show up on any monitor screen." No sound for a full three seconds. A nurse in the corner opened her mouth but nothing came out. Aldric frowned, caught somewhere between anger and confusion. Caelan stood straight and looked at the nurses one by one. "I need five sterile acupuncture needles, thirty-two gauge, forty millimeters long." His voice shifted into clear instructions that left no room for hesitation. "And three materials. First, Danshen extract, Salvia miltiorrhiza, to restore qi flow and break the blockage in the pericardium meridian. Second, Huanglian powder, Coptis chinensis, to clear the accumulated heat toxins that are the root of the problem. Third, a fresh Maidong infusion, Ophiopogon japonicus, to restore the heart's moisture that has been depleted by excessive heat." A senior nurse raised her hand hesitantly. "But sir, we don't have..." "I remember Aurelian has an integrative medicine unit on the ninth floor. All of those materials are there." Caelan was already putting on gloves. "Quickly." The nurse moved without asking anything more. Those who remained in the room stood in silence. Aldric, the other nurses, Emric near the door, Dorian gripping the edge of the table with both hands. Everyone was waiting to see what Caelan would do.Latest Chapter
Chapter 067
The hotel room door closed behind him.Caelan set the bag containing the oval object on the table carefully. His hands were already ready to unwrap it when something made his movement stop.Not a sound. Not a movement.Something more subtle than both.He stood still for two seconds, letting his senses read what was beyond the reach of ordinary eyes and ears. Then he walked to the balcony, opened the glass door, and raised his gaze upward.The rooftop above was clear. No one there.But the trace was there. Thin, already fading, but not thin enough to go unread by someone who had spent enough time recognizing its shape. Spiritual energy left behind by someone who had stood at that point long enough.Someone had been watching him. And that someone was not an ordinary cultivator, because the density of the residual energy left behind didn't match a low-level practitioner.Caelan jumped.One motion, from the balcony to the rooftop, at a speed that didn't give gravity time to object. Up top
Chapter 066
The Varen Auction House staff completed the exchange quickly and efficiently, a manner trained for handling large numbers without excessive expression.Caelan put away his transfer documents and stood briefly outside the cashier area.Two hundred and eighty million dollars.He ran that number through his head again not because he didn't believe it, but because it still felt like something that needed more than one pass to fully register.Three days.Three days since he had walked out of a place he didn't need to name, and that number was already in his account. Not from inheritance, not from a business built over years, not from connections carefully maintained, but from listening to heartbeats at a card table.He drew a quiet breath.Then his thoughts shifted to three other things that couldn't be exchanged for any number on paper.The first: the Verdimite stones. After Dorian had extracted all the stones from the ceramic shards and given him half, he would use all of them for experi
Chapter 065
The second round ran longer than it should have for some people.Harrison stayed in longer than was wise. Pocket Kings forming three of a kind over one King on the board was a hand strong enough to convince anyone they were in a good position. Until Aldous flipped his cards at the showdown and two Aces in his hand met two Aces on the board, forming something there was no rational answer for.Four of a Kind.Four Aces.The pot ran past two hundred million when everything was settled.Harrison pushed his chair back slightly. Forty million. Not a number that would make him poor, but enough to leave a bitterness at the back of his throat that wasn't easy to shake.And what made it worse: Caelan Voss had folded early. He hadn't lost more than fifty thousand from the entire round."He knew. That bastard knew from the very start that Aldous was holding something dangerous."Elara tidied the remaining chips in front of her with unhurried movements. Forty million had also left her table, a num
Chapter 064
The dealer collected the cards from the first round and began shuffling again.At the side of the table, Harrison Blake stared at Caelan's chips now stacked far higher than his own in a way that couldn't quite be called an ordinary look."Who the hell is this man?"A doctor. An antique appraiser. Now a card player sitting at this table for the first time and walking away with two hundred million more in a single round.Harrison had been in this circle long enough to know that someone like Caelan Voss shouldn't exist. Someone who was an expert in medicine was already rare enough. Someone who could read value behind eight unknown ceramic pieces that three professional institutions had passed over was something else entirely. And someone who sat at their first table and walked out with a win like that..."That's approaching the total liquid cash I currently have."His jaw tightened beneath the surface of a smile that remained intact."I have to win. I have to take back what I lost at thi
Chapter 063
Edric Holt drew a slow breath. Two pair in his hand. Strong enough before this number came up, but this number was no longer about cards. It was about Aldous Varen and the smile on his face. And a man who bet fifty million with a smile like that at this table, in front of these people, wasn't someone you could assume had nothing.His face showed a bitter expression.He pushed his cards forward. "Fold."Calloway stared at Aldous's chips for a longer moment. He had Three Queens. Three Queens still beat two pair, still beat one pair, still beat almost every hand on this board, except a straight, except a full house, except quads. And those hands were very likely to be out there. On this board, with A-K-Q-J, anyone with J-10 had Broadway.Was Caelan still in because of J-10?His face showed an expression identical to Edric's. "Fold."The entire room shifted to Caelan.Three seconds of silence.Not long, but enough to be felt by everyone watching."Raise." His voice came out without modula
Chapter 062
The dealer lifted one card from the deck and placed it face-up beside the three flop cards.Queen of Hearts.Caelan looked at the fourth card for one second.Then, without changing a single muscle in his face, he stared straight ahead.J♥ 10♠ in his hand. A♠ K♣ 7♦ on the flop. Q♥ on the turn.A - K - Q - J - 10.Broadway.The highest straight that can be formed in Texas Hold'em. No hand beats it except a royal flush, and this board clearly wasn't offering that possibility to anyone.He was holding the nuts. The best possible hand at this table, right now, in this round, with five cards already showing.Caelan took a sip of his wine.But he kept listening to the heartbeats of the other players.Harrison Blake: the rhythm that had been slow and overly controlled now shifted. Still steady, still trained, but something new was there, like a tiny crack in a very smooth surface. The set of Kings he was holding was strong enough to beat most hands at this table. But the Queen on the turn mea
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