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
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In Caelan's office, ten minutes later.Harven Colt sat in the chair in front of Caelan's desk in the manner of someone very accustomed to sitting in front of other people's desks but never looking like a subordinate."I want to offer something more concrete, Doctor Voss." His fingers interlocked on the table. "A long-term contract, with compensation far exceeding the numbers typically found in this industry, exclusive research facilities, and access to the Aurelian network across all cities." His eyes looked directly at Caelan. "You've proven that you're an asset that can't be placed in any ordinary category. And I don't want to lose you to another hospital that's certainly already preparing their offer right now."Caelan listened until he finished."I appreciate this offer, Mr. Colt. Truly." He placed his hands on the desk in a way that already showed where his answer was heading before the words came out. "But I don't want to be tied to a contract that limits my freedom to move. Not
Chapter 175
Eight in the morning, The Grandeur's Presidential Suite.Sunlight came through curtains not fully closed, falling across the dining table where two plates—one with toast and eggs, the other empty except for a one-liter milk carton—had been waiting since Layla brought them up ten minutes ago.Caelan sat on the left side, eating toast in the manner of someone already very accustomed to this morning's rhythm.Rex beside him, straw in mouth, eyes on the TV screen on in front of them.On that screen, the evening anchor who had already switched to the morning session was delivering something in a tone different from usual. More careful, more pauses between sentences, the manner of someone delivering something that didn't yet have all the answers."—Harrison Blake, chief director of Blake Medical Group, was found dead last night in the parking area of his own building. Police have stated that CCTV footage shows no suspicious traces—cameras in the building did not capture any suspicious indiv
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"Caelan Voss?!" Harrison stepped back one pace—reflex, not a decision. "What are you doing here?! You destroyed my office—""You're still asking why I came?" Caelan stepped in from the empty window frame, shards of glass crunching beneath his shoes. "You should know the answer better than anyone.""I don't know what you're talking about!" Harrison tried to keep his tone steady. "You entered my office without permission, you destroyed—""Not going to admit it?" Caelan stopped in the middle of the room. "That's fine."His hand didn't rise. His expression didn't change."I'll end your life here regardless."Harrison felt something behind his chest—not from those words, but from the way they came out. Flat. Without drama. Like someone stating something he had decided long before tonight.His hand moved toward the desk, toward his phone.He had to call someone to save him, anyone.But before his hand reached the phone, Caelan was already behind him.Caelan's hand gripped the back of his ne
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Blake Medical Group, executive floor.The room was dim, only the desk lamp on, with Velmont's nighttime panorama beyond the large glass window.On the long sofa in the corner of the room, Demina—a long blonde-haired assistant who had worked at Blake Medical Group for three years—sat on top of Harrison in a way both of them already understood very well as part of the "work" never written in her official contract.Her shirt had been on the floor for several minutes now.Harrison lay beneath her with his tie already loosened, his fingers moving mischievously, exploring every place that made Demina moan, pressing at points he already knew very well from encounters like this before. Demina responded in a way no longer held back because she already knew no one would hear through that closed door.Her voice rose, then rose again.Until one final moment that made her body stop moving before she slumped back, her head on Harrison's shoulder, her breathing not yet steady.Harrison pushed her to
Chapter 172
The plane landed at Velmont Airport at exactly eight fifty in the evening.Caelan stepped out of the arrivals terminal with one bag on his shoulder—light, because he hadn't brought much when he left four days ago. Velmont's air tonight was different from Valcoria's, which was more humid and more open. This was air he already knew, with the distinctive mix of a city that had been his space to move in for long enough.Outside the terminal, a row of cabs was already waiting.Caelan got into the first one."The Grandeur."The driver nodded without additional questions. That name was already enough to provide the direction needed.Velmont at night passed by the window in a familiar way. Lights along the streets, buildings he already knew by their respective positions, intersections he had passed through too many times to still feel new.But his thoughts weren't fully on the outside of the window.In his bag, the document from Dustin Mourne was still there—three hundred billion dollars in n
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Three days in Valcoria passed in a way different from any three days Caelan had spent anywhere before.Mornings and afternoons for Sayla—acupuncture sessions growing shorter as her condition improved, herbal infusions with dosages adjusted each day, and sunbathing on the terrace that had become a ritual Sayla looked forward to every morning.Nights for himself.The remaining twenty percent of yin energy in Sayla's body was absorbed in the last two sessions—slower than before, more measured, in a way that ensured Sayla's body didn't feel a sudden loss that could disrupt her recovery process.And from those two sessions, combined with the long meditations that filled his nights in the Mourne mansion's back garden, Caelan felt something he already knew very well.Fifth Realm Level Five.No excessive internal celebration. Just the acknowledgment of someone who had already understood that every level was a step, not a destination.---The meeting with Vance happened on the second day.Dust
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