From Ordinary to Unstoppable

Chapter 6

Evan nodded slightly at the deputy chief, a subtle acknowledgment of the man’s rare insight. Even he hadn’t expected such recognition.

Meanwhile, Dr. Lin, still trying to digest what had just happened, couldn’t resist showing off his ignorance. “Dad, what’s all this about a pressure-point technique? Honestly, it doesn’t look that impressive to me.”

The deputy chief’s face went rigid. He wanted nothing more than to shake some sense into his foolish son. His voice hissed through clenched teeth:

“You fool! Just shut up! Haven’t you embarrassed us enough already? That technique… it’s legendary. Ancient healers reclusive, almost mythical were said to manipulate life itself with a single touch.

They could take life or save it, controlling the flow of a person’s energy as if it were their own.” 

Even Selene, sharp-minded and well-versed in medical knowledge herself, felt her composure crack. She had seen countless procedures, brilliant surgeons, and innovative techniques, yet she had never witnessed anything like this. From the first touch Evan had made, she realized that the man, rumored to be little more than a spoiled plaything for another CEO, possessed real skill, raw talent that could not be faked.

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. How could someone so gifted be mistaken for a freeloader? 

The procedure concluded almost seamlessly. Within ten minutes, the blood transfusion was complete. Evan carefully bandaged Iris’s wrist, cleaned the area, and adjusted the monitors to ensure everything stabilized. He glanced at the younger girl one last time, ensuring she was comfortable. 

Then, without ceremony, he turned to Selene and the team. 

“Do not disturb her rest,” he instructed simply. “She needs uninterrupted recovery.”

And with that, he left the emergency room.

Selene hurried after him, her heels clicking sharply against the hospital floor. “Dr. Calder, please wait!” she called, her voice carrying both urgency and something softer, gratitude, perhaps even admiration.

Evan turned slowly, his gaze calm, almost unreadable. “Is there something else?”

She paused for a moment, her complexion slightly pale from the stress of the blood transfusion ordeal, and spoke earnestly. 

 “Nothing much. I just… I wanted to thank the staff at the City General Hospital properly. If it weren’t for all of you, my sister might have been in serious trouble.” 

Her assistant stepped forward immediately, carrying a set of carefully prepared gifts. One by one, the nurses and doctors who had assisted in the procedure received their packages. Surprise and awe rippled through them. They all knew it was Evan’s skill, his precise decisions, that had saved the girl. 

“Ms. Selene, you’re too kind,” one nurse murmured, glancing at Evan. “We’re just doing our jobs. There’s no need for these gifts.” 

The deputy chief and Evan’s colleague approached, their faces painted with self-righteous pride. His colleague, in particular, tried desperately to look important, as if he had been the one steering the life-saving operation. His expression was a mix of forced smugness and concealed panic. 

Selene’s voice cut through the room like steel. “I’m sorry, but I wanted to thank Dr. Calder and his team. It doesn’t really have anything to do with either of you.” 

A hush fell over the assembled staff. The two men froze, the weight of her words and the clarity of her intention leaving no room for argument.

Then Selene turned back to Evan, pulling a sleek gold card from her hand. “Dr. Calder, this is a token of appreciation from my family, specifically for you. Please, accept it.” 

Before Evan could even respond, the colleague lunged forward, breathing heavily, eyes wide as if he had just spotted a treasure. “Ms. Selene! Isn’t that…the exclusive Black Card from the Selene Corporation?”

“How can you give it to this loser?” Evan’s colleague shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. “If anyone deserves this, it should be my dad or me! My dad’s the deputy chief of this hospital. If we’re talking about credit, it should start with him!”

Selene’s eyes narrowed, her patience snapping. Her voice was ice-cold, sharp enough to cut through steel. “Someone get him out of here.”

Two burly bodyguards immediately stepped forward. In a flurry of motion, they grabbed the colleague by the hair and yanked him backward, ignoring his desperate screams. He thrashed uselessly, but the guards were relentless.

The deputy chief’s face paled. He had never dared defy Selene before, and he certainly wasn’t about to intervene now. 

His anger had nowhere to land, so he turned instead to Evan, his gaze dark and simmering. “Dr. Calder, your medical skills may be impressive but remember, without this hospital, you’re nothing!”

Evan’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t reach for the card Selene had offered him. The prestigious Black Card of the Selene Corporation, an object that could make the entire city green with envy meant nothing to him. Gifts from patients were never his habit, no matter how lavish.

Selene’s assistant tilted her head, frowning in confusion. “Miss… is he playing hard to get?” she asked softly. “I’ve never seen anyone unmoved by a Selene Corporation Black Card, especially one personally offered by you.”

Selene paused, studying Evan as he remained perfectly calm, almost indifferent. Then, a small, thoughtful smile tugged at her lips. “I don’t think so,” she murmured. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, just barely hiding the amusement she felt. “Though… if he were playing hard to get with me, that might not be so bad…”

She turned her gaze back to the retreating bodyguards, but in her mind, she couldn’t help but steal one last glance at Evan. 

Calm, composed, unshakable he had just saved a life, ignored the allure of power and wealth, and yet, somehow, even his indifference drew her attention.

The assistant blinked, speechless at Selene’s playful remark. But deep down, she dismissed it. The heiress of the Selene Corporation rarely noticed anyone, and while Evan was handsome and skilled, he was still just a doctor.

As the shift ended, Evan finished tidying his workspace and stepped out of City General Hospital. The cool evening air brushed against his face, and he barely had time to register the rumble of an engine beside him before a pink Maserati slid smoothly to a stop.

The passenger-side window rolled down, revealing a face that could stop traffic, Selene herself, her dark hair gleaming under the streetlights.

“Dr. Calder, what a coincidence we meet again,” she said, her smile effortless yet calculating.

Evan nodded politely. “Hello, Ms. Selene.”

Selene’s smile widened, warm but with a glint of command. “my sister insists on thanking you personally for saving her life. There’s a fundraising gala at South City Orphanage tonight. Why don’t you join us and keep her company?”

Evan hesitated, about to decline, but then something clicked. South City Orphanage… he had unfinished business there.

“In that case,” he said, sliding into the Maserati, “thank you, Ms. Selene. I actually needed to visit the orphanage myself.”

Selene’s brow lifted in surprise. “Dr. Calder, are you… a guest tonight as well?”

He shook his head, calm and unassuming.

“Just a simple doctor, not important enough for an invitation. I’m familiar with the children and staff, so I thought I’d drop by.”

Selene didn’t press further, realizing the gala would be packed with the city’s elite a world far above the likes of Evan.

Then, the night erupted into chaos. Two black SUVs screeched up, one in front, one behind the Maserati, effectively boxing them in. Selene’s smile faltered, her fingers tightening on the wheel. She pressed the accelerator but the SUV in front slammed on its brakes, forcing her to halt.

Before either of them could react, eight massive men leaped from the vehicles, boots thudding against the asphalt. Their leader, a man with a scar running across his left cheek, vaulted onto the Maserati’s hood with a predator’s grin.

“Ms. Selene,” he called, his voice low and dangerous, “please step out of the car.”

She remained calm, her eyes sharp as knives. “Whose men are you? Have you considered the consequences of messing with the Selene family?”

The scarred man shrugged lazily, a smirk curling on his lips. “It’s precisely because we know you’re the Selene family’s princess that we’re doing this. Don’t worry, Ms. Selene, we won’t harm you… but I’m afraid you won’t be making it to South City Orphanage tonight.”

Her chest tightened as realization hit—this was a sabotage attempt by her competitors. She gritted her teeth. “Dr. Evan, hold tight. These bastards have no idea what they’re in for. I’m calling for backup.”

Seeing her fingers move toward her phone, the scarred man’s face darkened. 

He waved his hands sharply. “Break open the car door!” 

Two men advanced with sledgehammers, their expressions gleeful. Jade’s pulse raced. Even if she called for her family’s guards, they wouldn’t arrive in time.

“Ms. Selene, don’t waste your energy. Cooperate with us,” the scarred man sneered, his voice full of contempt.

At that moment, the locked Maserati door clicked. The male lead, Dr. Evan, stepped out.

“Dr. Evan, don’t get out! It’s dangerous!” Jade shouted, her phone forgotten in her grip.

The scarred man burst into mocking laughter. “Ms. Selene, your pretty boy here is useless. He’s as timid as a mouse. My men haven’t even touched him, and he’s already surrendering. What a total wimp!”

Jade exhaled sharply, resignation softening her features. “Fine. The Selenee family withdraws from tonight’s fundraiser at the orphanage. Just don’t harm Dr. Evan. He’s an outsider and has nothing to do with our feud.”

A beat of silence. Then Dr. Evan’s voice rang out—calm, cold, unwavering.

“The child in the car is my patient. You’ve already frightened her. Now, I’m giving you ten seconds to get lost.”