Cultivator God, Thanks to Beautiful CEO

Chapter 6

The heavy silence inside the VIP isolation suite was broken only by the rhythmic, steady beep of Chloe Sterling’s heart monitor. The deadly purple swelling on her abdomen had completely receded, replaced by the faint, healthy rose flush of restored vitality.

Dr. Victor Vance stood frozen near the door, his eyes wide with disbelief, while Dr. Samuel Reed swallowed hard, wiping sweat from his trembling forehead. They had set a trap to crush an impoverished intern, only to watch him execute a medical miracle that defied every standard law of modern clinical medicine.

Lady Beatrix Sterling stepped past the stunned doctors, her sharp eyes fixed entirely on Melvin. For the first time in years, the fearsome matriarch of the Sterling Syndicate showed genuine emotion, her voice softened by deep maternal gratitude.

"You saved my daughter’s life when every chief specialist in this city gave up on her," Beatrix said, her tone carrying immense authority. She gestured to her senior aide, who immediately presented a sleek, matte-black metallic card embossed with gold filigree.

"This is a pre-funded Sterling Syndicate black card loaded with $100,000," Beatrix continued, pressing the card directly into Melvin’s hand. "Consider this a minor initial token of my appreciation. In Sargana Province, the Sterling name carries absolute weight. If anyone in this hospital—or this city—dares to cause you trouble, you answer to me."

Melvin looked down at the card in his palm. Six months ago, he had nearly worked himself to exhaustion just to save a fraction of this amount for a simple ring for Vanessa—only to be discarded like trash. Now, a fortune lay casually in his grip.

"I accept," Melvin replied calmly, meeting her gaze without a hint of flattery or greed. "My priority was saving the patient. Keep her on a light fluid diet for the next twenty-four hours; her meridians are still stabilizing."

"Understood," Beatrix nodded, her respect for the young man growing by the second.

Leaving the VIP suite behind, Melvin walked down the gleaming marble corridor of Apex Medical Center.

As he neared the central pediatric lobby, his newly awakened Astral Sight twitched faintly. A dense, dark cloud of despair and grief pulsed from the billing counter ahead.

A young mother in a faded, threadbare coat was on her knees, her fingers desperately clutching the edge of the high granite counter. Tears streamed freely down her pale cheeks.

"Please... I beg you!" the mother wept, her voice trembling violently. "My daughter Lia's condition deteriorated overnight! The doctor said she needs immediate bone marrow stabilization and ICU placement, or she won't survive the night! I have half the deposit... I will work three jobs to pay the rest, I swear it!"

Behind the counter, the billing supervisor adjusted his glasses, his expression cold and unbothered.

"Madam, Apex Medical Center is a top-tier private institution, not a charity house," the supervisor said dryly, tapping his keyboard without looking at her. "No full deposit, no ICU admission. Those are Vice Director Victor Vance's strict guidelines. If you can't pay the remaining balance, you are free to transfer her to the public county clinic."

"The county clinic is two hours away! She won't survive the ambulance ride!" the mother sobbed, her body shaking as she pressed her forehead against the cold tile floor. In a wheelchair beside her sat a frail four-year-old girl, her lips blue, gasping weakly for air.

The surrounding nurses and passersby looked on with pity, but none dared step forward to challenge the hospital's rigid financial rules.

Melvin’s eyes narrowed. The memory of his own powerlessness—being trampled by Gavin and Victor simply because he lacked status and wealth—flashed through his mind. A true physician cured ailments not for golden titles, but to defend life against the cruelty of the world.

Without a word, Melvin stepped past the crowd and stopped directly beside the weeping mother.

He slid the matte-black Sterling card across the granite counter.

"Process the full payment for this child's ICU transfer and all subsequent treatments," Melvin said, his voice quiet yet carrying an undeniable command that echoed through the lobby. "Take whatever is needed from this card."

The supervisor scoffed, ready to dismiss the intern, but the moment his eyes landed on the gold-embossed Sterling crest on the black card, his face drained of color. His fingers trembled as he quickly swiped it through the terminal.

The machine chimed softly: TRANSACTION APPROVED — $100,000 BALANCE AVAILABLE.

"S-Sir! Right away! Emergency Pediatric ICU team, mobilize immediately!" the supervisor yelled into his intercom, his cold demeanor instantly replaced by panic-stricken efficiency. Medical staff scrambled to carefully wheel little Lia toward the intensive care unit.

Elena, the young mother, stared at Melvin in absolute shock. She pushed herself up from the floor and fell to her knees before him, trying to grasp his hands through her tears. "Who... who are you? How can I ever repay you? I don't even know your name!"

Melvin gently helped her to her feet, offering a warm, reassuring smile. "My name is Melvin. You don't owe me anything. Just focus on being there when your daughter wakes up."

The moment the transaction was finalized and Elena rushed after her daughter's gurney, a profound phenomenon occurred within Melvin's body.

Buzz!

Deep inside his lower Dantian, the divine blueprint of the Sovereign Astral Meridian vibrated with intense golden light. In ancient cultivation law, performing a divine medical act for worldly profit incurred karmic drag, slowing down spiritual growth. But by instantly bestowing that wealth selflessly to preserve an innocent life, Melvin triggered the Law of Karmic Conversion.

A surge of pure, warm Karmic Qi condensed from the heavens, flowing directly into his chest.

Crack!

A soft, resonant sound echoed inside his spiritual vessel. The second meridian channel—the Sovereign Foundation Channel—shattered its ancient seal under the cleansing wash of Karmic Qi.

Melvin took a deep breath as a wave of refreshed energy washed over his limbs. His physical senses heightened tenfold. His Astral Sight expanded beyond physical anatomy, allowing him to perceive subtle vital energy flows, hidden toxins, and spiritual aura signatures across a fifty-meter radius.