2025-06-19 22:38:04"Who let you in here?!" the doctor yelled, nearly frothing at the mouth.
"I did! Is there a problem?" Rose said, rolling her eyes in irritation.
The doctor paused, then stuttered, like a broken record stuck on repeat.
"M-Ms. Tyrel, it is improper to just bring in anyone into the inner chambers of the Chairman; moreover, some... quack who claims he can heal your grandfather," the doctor said slowly, as if understanding her predicament but with a clear undertone of judgment.
But Rose scoffed. "Watch your tongue. I trust this man with my life, and so will I with my grandfather's," she said firmly.
The doctor sighed.
Dr. Mark, although a physician and vice president of the velkor medical association, knew far too well the severity of the Tyrel Family Head’s condition.
He was sure the old man wouldn’t survive until the next day.
Dr. Mark turned to watch Seth; Seth simply looked like a pretty boy with no respect for life or real medical knowledge—just exhaustingly plain.
The man figured Seth probably peaked in high school.
"I know that look," Seth said, smiling at the doctor. Seth walked closer, his smile widening, like a shark sizing up a particularly tasty seal.
He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a near whisper, making it so Rose couldn't hear.
"Jaundice in the eyes, elevated heart rate, delayed reflexes, mydriasis, slight tremor in your right hand, early signs of hair thinning..." Seth paused, his smile turning predatory.
"It seems you're taking medicine to help stop your erectile dysfunction."
Dr. Mark visibly startled, eyes widening like Seth had revealed his deepest, darkest secret.
“W-what?” he croaked in shock. How could he know?
But Seth continued, still whispering, "The side effects are obvious; you need proper treatment.”
Pinning the man with a cold gaze, Seth added, “I might even offer my services, but that will be another day.”
Leaning back, Seth wiped the menacing look off his face and raised his voice.
“Now, move aside so I can save the old man’s life!”
Dr. Mark stood stunned, the color draining from his face like someone pulled the plug.
It was all true, exactly as Seth had described. He felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over him.
Seth studied the old man on the bed carefully—sunken temples, a darkened forehead. He lifted the old man’s eyelid—yeah, definitely poisoned. And not your average toxin, either.
Seth narrowed his eyes, placed a hand behind the old man’s head, and pressed down hard. A faint stream of metallic-smelling clear fluid trickled from his nose—cerebrospinal fluid.
Rose stepped in quickly. “Can you save him? Is it bad?”
No answer.
Seth pulled a foldable device from his bag—cold, surgical metal—and clipped it to the old man’s skull. With practiced precision, he hit the switch. Blood started flowing into the brain in a steady, pulsing stream.
Mark muttered under his breath, “What a flashy stunt... Clearly bluffing with those toys.”
“Miss Rose, I’ve already contacted my mentor—Dr. Franklin. He’s on his way. Shouldn’t be long—”
“Grandpa!” Rose suddenly shouted.
The old man jolted up, coughing violently, eyes flying open like he'd been yanked back from the edge. His gaze locked onto Rose’s face—like he was seeing her from another lifetime.
Mark froze, stunned. The punk he just dismissed as a fraud had actually pulled it off.
He rushed forward, stethoscope trembling in hand—heart and lungs, normal. Too normal.
“This… This is insane…” he stammered. Then bowed. “Please accept my apology for earlier. May I ask—who trained you? I’ve been practicing medicine for over thirty years, and I’ve never seen anything like that.”
“You wanna know my master’s name? What, planning to go kneel at his door and call me ‘senior’?”
Seth smirked, peeling off his gloves, head tilted at the now starry-eyed Dr. Mark.
“Then do me a favor—watch this device. Don’t take it off. Three hours.”
“Wait, where are you going?” Rose and Mark blurted out in unison.
“To actually do something useful—whip up the meds he needs,” Seth said casually, tossing a lazy wave over his shoulder as he walked off.
Behind him, Rose's cheeks flushed just a little. Mr. Tyrel, now fully awake, stared after Seth’s fading silhouette with a mix of awe and curiosity.
“Well, looks like that kid just saved my life,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Make sure your father gives him one hell of a reward.”
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"Where’s the patient? Let me get this over with!" A sharp voice rang out from the doorway as Dr. Franklin rushed in.
"Doctor, someone already treated Mr. Tyrel. A young genius doctor—"
“Bullshit!” Franklin snapped, cutting Mark off mid-sentence. “Mr. Tyrel isn’t suffering from some minor flu you can fix with a magic pill!”
He gave a polite nod toward Rose, then shot a quick glance at the supposedly dying old man—who was now sitting up looking shockingly alert.
“Dr. Franklin, I truly appreciate you coming all the way here,” Rose said, gesturing politely toward the door. “But as you can see, my grandfather is already awake thanks to Seth. He said he'd be back in three hours to finish the treatment. I'll make sure a generous gift is sent to your residence. Please, allow us to see you off.”
Franklin’s face darkened. Who the hell is this nobody, stealing my high-profile case?
“Waking a dying man isn’t hard,” he sneered. “You just pump him full of high-dose stimulants—hell, even a vegetable would open their eyes. The real question is how you cure him.”
“I’m starting to think that Seth guy is a fraud,” he spat. “Probably realized he couldn’t finish the job and ran off with the money!”
Rose’s heart sank. It had been over two hours since Seth left. And though her grandfather had seemed stable at first, he was clearly deteriorating now. What if Franklin’s right?
She quickly dialed Seth’s number. The call connected—but before she could say a word, he hung up on her.
Her expression hardened. “…What do you want to do?”
She exhaled sharply. In her mind, the scales tipped toward the trusted, world-famous Dr. Franklin.
“Surgery. Right now,” he said flatly.
Before anyone could stop him, Franklin slammed the switch on the machine. Mark tried to intervene but was too slow—red liquid in the tube reversed direction with a sudden rush.
A high-pitched alarm blared.
Mr. Tyrel’s body slumped. His eyes rolled back.
“Grandpa!” Rose screamed.
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Seth’s POVThree days.That’s how long it had been since I last saw Lucas. Three long, empty days filled with sedatives, sterile lights, and the mechanical sound of my own breathing echoing against white walls. I’d been fed, spoken to, and put back to sleep like a lab animal. Somewhere between the second and third injection, I stopped resisting.My reasoning was simple, if I couldn’t think of a way out, I might as well do nothing at all. I let them poke, prod, question, and study. At least it gave them purpose.I didn’t have one anymore.The silence of the room had become a living thing, a companion that hummed softly in my ears. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and burnt metal, a mix that somehow reminded me of the lab before it exploded. Sometimes, when I stared too long at the ceiling lights, I could still see the flash, the wave, the moment everything changed.That afternoon, if I could even call it afternoon, since the light here never changed, the door hissed open with its
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Lucas’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, sealing Seth inside the sterile white chamber. The sound echoed in my skull like a gunshot. I stood there for a moment, my hand still resting on the door handle, as if part of me was afraid that letting go meant accepting what I’d just done.The hallway was just as blinding as the room—white walls, white floor, white light. No warmth, no comfort. Everything about this facility was designed to strip the soul out of whoever entered.I finally exhaled, long and shaky. My lips felt dry, and I licked them instinctively, trying to ground myself in something human—something real. But the bitter taste of guilt lingered there.Seth’s voice still echoed in my head. The way he shouted my name, the confusion in his eyes, the betrayal that I couldn’t bring myself to explain.He had every right to hate me.And the worst part? He didn’t even know the half of it.I turned and began walking down the corridor, my steps heavy. The guards stationed near the c
Chapter 92. The Chair.
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Chapter 91. The Golden Fugitive.
Seth’s POVThe moment I heard the words restrain him, something in me snapped. There wasn’t time to think, just pure, animal instinct. I ran. My feet hit the gravel so hard that I felt the ground dent beneath me. Then came the sound I’d been dreading, the sharp hiss and thunder of gunfire.Rubber bullets, I thought at first. It made sense, they weren’t trying to kill me, at least not yet. But there were so many, thousands of them. It was like standing in a storm made of pain and compressed air. Every impact jolted my body, knocking the breath out of me, but I didn’t feel torn apart the way I expected to.Then I realized why.My skin didn’t bruise.Each hit produced a faint metallic echo, a vibration I could feel down to my bones. I glanced at my arm while running and saw the faint shimmer of gold flicker across it beneath the moonlight. My blood, the thing that had terrified me since I woke up wasn’t just for decoration. It was protection. My body had turned into something else.The s
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