FATHER OF A BASTARD SOM ASKED FOR A DIVORCE PLUS 50 MILLION

Chapter 5

The onlookers parted as a young man in a tailored suit strutted into the circle, accompanied by two bodyguards. He carried an aura of absolute smugness.

It was John—the son of the hospital director where Michael used to work full-time.

Years ago, when the legendary Divine Healer—a nationally renowned medical grandmaster rumored to be capable of bringing people back from the dead—had visited their hospital, he had taken a keen interest in Michael's brilliant talent. The Divine Healer had personally offered to take Michael as his top disciple. But Michael, completely blinded by his devotion to Susan, had turned down the once-in-a-lifetime offer so he could stay local and support her rising corporate career.

John, desperate for status, had begged his wealthy father to intervene. After gifting the Divine Healer with rare, exotic medicinal herbs worth over one hundred million dollars, John was eventually accepted as a mere outer disciple. Though John's actual medical knowledge was mediocre at best, he had made a massive fortune over the years simply by leveraging his title as the Divine Healer’s disciple.

John folded his arms, sneering down at Michael with utter contempt.

"Well, well, if it isn't Michael," John sneered loudly for the crowd to hear. "The lowly clinic doctor who spent his youth doing grunt work in our hospital before running off to become a glorified son-in-law!"

The young woman looked up, a flash of doubt crossing her teary eyes as she looked between Michael and John.

"Don't let this fraud touch your grandfather he is a useless village boy with no penny," John boasted, puffing out his chest. "I am a personal disciple of the Divine Healer himself. I would never lie about a patient's life."

The young woman’s eyes lit up with instant recognition. She had seen the Divine Healer’s inner circle on television before, and John’s face matched the high-society medical news clips.

"You're... you're the Divine Healer’s disciple?!" she gasped, jumping to her feet and grabbing John’s sleeve. "Please! Please help my grandfather before this scum thinks he can do anything! Our family will reward you with millions!"

"Of course," John said smoothly, giving Michael a cold, sidelong glare. "Unlike some useless live-in son-in-law that got himself in this place.” I actually possess divine medicine.

John reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small, gilded wooden box. He popped it open to reveal a dark, fragrant pill.

"This is the Divine Healer’s exclusive Miraculous Longevity Pill," John declared proudly, holding it up. "Capable of curing a hundred ailments instantly!"

Without waiting, John forced the pill into the old man's mouth, massaging his throat until he swallowed it.

Within ten seconds, the old man’s violent shaking stopped. His ghostly pale cheeks suddenly flushed with a warm, rosy color, and his breathing seemed to even out.

The crowd broke into astonished applause.

"Amazing! As expected of the Divine Healer's disciple!"

"He really brought him back!"

"That other guy was just trying to steal the credit!"

John puffed up his chest like a proud peacock, smirking mockingly at Michael. "Did you see that, loser? That is what real medicine looks like. You're just a pathetic nobody."

The young woman wept with relief, bowing repeatedly to John. "Thank you! Thank you so much, Dr. John! You're a savior!"

Michael stood there, his expression turning terrifyingly grim as he watched the old man's face.

"It’s an illusion," Michael said quietly, his voice cutting through the applause.

The crowd went dead silent.

John’s smile vanished, replaced by an angry scowl. "What did you say?!"

"I said it’s an illusion," Michael repeated, stepping forward, his eyes sharp. "That pill contains hyper-concentrated ginseng and stimulant toxins. You just forced a massive surge of blood straight into a blocked coronary artery. He looks rosy because his micro-vessels are bursting internally. In at most ten minutes, he will die of severe cardiac hemorrhage."

The young woman’s relief instantly turned into fiery rage. She pointed a finger at Michael’s face, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Shut your filthy mouth! You crazy maniac! He just saved my grandfather, and you're cursing him to die?!"

"He's just jealous!" a man in the crowd shouted.

"Get out of here, you fake doctor!" another voice jeered.

John watched the crowd turn on Michael with pure, amused delight. "Leave him be, everyone. Poor guys who live off their wives tend to lose their sanity eventually."

Michael said nothing. He simply stood there, watching the second hand on his watch tick forward.

Ten... nine... eight...

Suddenly, the old man’s chest heaved violently. His eyes snapped wide open, filled with red blood vessels, and he let out a horrifying, wet gasp before coughing up a massive spray of dark red blood across the sidewalk.

The onlookers screamed, backing away in total terror.

"GRANDFATHER!" the woman shrieked, collapsing to her knees as the old man began thrashing frantically on the ground, blood pouring from his lips.

She whipped her head around, grabbing John by his lapels, her eyes wild with panic. "WHAT IS HAPPENING?! YOU SAID HE WAS CURED!"

John’s face instantly turned as white as a sheet. Panic seized his chest as he stumbled backward, sweat dripping down his neck.

"I... I..." John stammered nervously, trying to back away. "It's not my fault! It's him! Michael delayed his treatment earlier! He damaged his body before I could give him the pill! I did everything I could!"

"You useless liar!" the woman screamed in total desperation, blaming both of them as she sobbed hysterically. "If my grandfather dies, my family will ruin both of you!"