After the Divorce, I Became a Super Doctor

Chapter 007

Back at Aurelian Hospital Velmont, Caelan was already heading toward the lobby exit when a voice stopped him.

"Wait, Doctor."

He turned and found Dorian walking quickly toward him, like someone afraid of missing something.

"Is there something else you need?" Caelan asked.

Dorian stopped in front of him and caught his breath for a moment. "How should I address you, Doctor?"

"Caelan Voss."

Dorian nodded, then his hand moved to the pocket of his jacket. He pulled out two pitch-black cards, both gleaming under the hallway lights with a logo that was embossed, not printed. Clearly, neither of them was an ordinary card. Even the look of them said as much.

"Doctor Voss." Dorian offered both with both hands. "I know you didn't ask for this, but please consider it a personal thank you from me. The first card holds a balance of a hundred million dollars, available for you to use whenever you need it. The second is access to the Presidential Suite at The Grandeur, a hotel owned by the Ashford family not far from this hospital. The finest suite we have, and for as long as you need it, it's yours."

Caelan looked at the two cards in his hands.

A hundred million dollars. A suite at The Grandeur.

He had come to Aurelian today without a single cent in his pocket, with one purpose only, to get his job back. He had figured the Ashford family's help in restoring his license was already more than enough. But this?

"On top of that," Dorian continued, his voice more serious now, "I want to ask one thing of you. Please see my father through to a full recovery, Doctor Voss. I can't trust his condition to anyone but you."

Caelan looked at Dorian for a moment, then back at the two cards.

There was no reason to refuse. He had no money and no decent place to stay. After the divorce, all he had left was the clothes on his back. Accepting this wasn't weakness. It was just the starting point he needed.

He closed his fingers around both cards and nodded. "Thank you. I'll look after your father until he's fully recovered. Don't worry."

Dorian let out a long breath, his shoulders dropping like a weight had just been lifted off them. His face showed a relief too big to hide.

"Thank you, Doctor Voss. Truly, thank you." He said it more than once, in a way that made Caelan understand it wasn't just a formality.

Caelan nodded one more time, then turned and walked out.

He headed for The Grandeur. He planned to stay there, given that he currently had no place to live.

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The Grandeur didn't need a grand sign to prove what it was.

The twenty-eight-story building stood at the center of Velmont with a facade of white marble and dark glass that reflected the city lights like an enormous mirror. Its lobby was visible from outside, a high ceiling with crystal chandeliers casting light that was warm and perfectly measured.

Caelan walked toward the main entrance. But then...

"Hey."

A black baton blocked his chest before his foot could reach the last step.

A security guard stood in front of him. Large frame, hard face with a jaw that looked permanently clenched, a black uniform that was too tight across his shoulders. His eyes swept Caelan from head to toe with a look of disgust he made no effort to hide.

"Beggars have no business here." His voice was low and rough. "Leave before I kick you out."

Caelan looked at the baton pressed against his chest, then raised his eyes to the man's face. "I'm the owner of the Presidential Suite in this hotel."

The guard went silent for one second before laughing. Short, but loud enough to be heard by a few guests who had just come through the main doors.

"Presidential Suite?" He shook his head, his smile condescending. "What kind of nonsense is that?" The baton pushed forward, trying to force Caelan away from the door. "Get out of here. Don't waste my time."

But Caelan didn't move. Not even a centimeter.

The guard was surprised. He pushed again, this time with more force. But Caelan stood like a concrete post.

The guard's face turned red. His hand raised the baton overhead, swinging it toward Caelan's head at a speed he clearly expected would be too fast to dodge.

At the same moment, Caelan's hand moved. One motion, clean and unhurried. His fingers caught the baton mid-air and stopped it completely, then shoved it back with just enough force to throw the large man off balance and send him crashing down onto the marble floor.

SLAM.

Silence spread from that point outward in every direction.

Several guests who had just passed through the doors stopped. A couple near the entrance turned to look. A young bellboy pushing a luggage cart froze where he stood.

The guard got up with a face far redder than before, his hands searching for something to hold onto.

"You're finished, you bastard!" he said, his voice full of rage.

Caelan replied calmly, "If you hadn't been so rough, I wouldn't have pushed you."

Behind the reception desk, a female staff member who had been quietly watching the whole thing was already holding the phone receiver with a slightly trembling hand.

She pressed the manager's extension.