SUPER DOCTOR REVENGE

Ch. 4

The rain continued to lash against the glass facade of Bacca Central Hospital as the digital clock in the main lobby ticked to 11:35 PM.

On the seventh floor, the heavy double doors of the VIP Intensive Care Unit wing remained sealed. The quiet hum of the air conditioning was punctuated only by the rhythmic, artificial beeps of the life support machines keeping Elara Hudson alive. Outside her room, Dr. Harrison was finalizing the discharge and termination paperwork on his tablet, his thumb hovering over the final authorization button.

"Everything is synchronized," Harrison murmured to the Sterling Pharmaceuticals representative, a greasy smile touching his lips. "At precisely 12:00 AM, the server will automatically shut down the oxygen regulators and the nutrient drip. The system will log it as a standard equipment transition failure due to an unresolvable medical baseline. Clean, legal, and absolute."

"Perfect," the representative replied, crossing his arms. "Young Master Julian will be highly pleased. The Vance-Sterling merger cannot be tainted by the ghosts of a fallen household. Let’s head down to the cafeteria for a coffee while the clock runs down."

As the two men turned toward the elevators, the lights in the corridor flickered violently. A low, vibrating thud echoed from the emergency stairwell at the end of the hall, followed by the sound of splintering wood and twisted metal.

The heavy, reinforced security door of the stairwell flew off its hinges, crashing loudly onto the polished linoleum floor. Through the dust and the shadow of the doorway stepped Calvin Hudson.

He was completely drenched, his wet hair plastered against his forehead, and his cheap clothes clung to his skin. Yet, there was nothing miserable about him anymore. The air around him seemed to warp with an invisible, suffocating pressure. His eyes, burning with a faint, golden-crimson luminescence, locked directly onto Dr. Harrison.

"Who—who allowed you up here?!" Dr. Harrison stammered, taking an involuntary step back. He barely recognized the man. The Calvin Hudson he knew was a spineless, sniveling servant who begged on his knees for scraps. The man standing before him looked like a sovereign king stepping out of an ancient war. "Security! Someone call security to the seventh floor immediately! The matrilocal loser has gone mad!"

Two bulky hospital security guards rushed down the hallway, drawing their heavy rubber batons. "Hold it right there, kid! Get on the ground!"

Calvin didn't even slow his stride. As the first guard lunged forward to grab him, Calvin’s right hand moved like a flash of lightning. His fingers, infused with a microscopic trace of pure Qi, tapped the guard’s shoulder twice. The guard instantly froze mid-air, his muscles locking up entirely as he collapsed sideways onto the floor like a wooden statue.

The second guard swung his baton violently toward Calvin's head. Calvin simply tilted his head an inch, letting the weapon whistle past his ear. In a single, fluid motion, he caught the guard’s wrist, twisting it just enough to trigger an acute pressure point. The baton clattered to the floor, and the guard dropped to his knees, paralyzed by an unbearable numbness creeping up his arm.

"Monster..." the Sterling representative whispered, his face turning pale as he scrambled backward into the elevator alcove, franticly pressing the call button.

Calvin ignored them both, walking past the groaning guards straight toward Dr. Harrison. The chief doctor was trembling so hard he dropped his tablet, the glass screen shattering upon impact.

"Calvin... listen to me," Harrison pleaded, his voice cracking as Calvin caught him by the lapels of his white coat, lifting the older man slightly off his feet. "This is a hospital! You can't just assault medical staff! Your sister's funding was cut by the board, not me! I’m just a doctor following protocol!"

"Following protocol?" Calvin’s voice was dangerously low, a whisper that carried the weight of an avalanche. He activated his God’s Gaze. Instantly, Harrison’s physical body became translucent in Calvin’s vision. He could see the dark, irregular rhythm of the doctor's heart, a hidden arterial blockage in his carotid artery, and the nervous system firing in pure terror. But more importantly, Calvin looked through the glass window into the ICU room.

Inside, the lines of the genetic toxin beneath Elara’s skin were throbbing violently, turning a deep, corrosive black. The nutrient fluids being pumped into her system weren't just standard vitamins—they were diluted suppressants meant to mask her organ failure until the plug was pulled.

"You didn't just follow protocol, Harrison. You altered the dosages," Calvin hissed, his eyes flashing with a terrifying golden light. "You accepted a bribe from Julian Sterling to ensure my sister didn't survive the night."

"I—I don't know what you're talking about!" Harrison choked out, his face turning purple as Calvin's grip tightened.

With a cold snort, Calvin threw Harrison against the wall, knocking the wind out of the corrupt physician. "Stay out of my way. If you try to interfere with what I am about to do, I will personally accelerate that arterial blockage in your neck and let you experience what a real stroke feels like."

Harrison slumped to the floor, clutching his throat, too terrified to speak or move.

Calvin turned to the reinforced glass door of the ICU room. It was locked with an electronic biometric scanner. He didn't have time to look for a keycard. Channeling the pure *Qi* from his dantian into his right palm, he struck the center of the electronic lock.

The internal circuitry of the scanner melted instantly under the surge of raw energy, and the heavy glass door slid open with a screeching groan. Calvin stepped into the sterile room, the door clicking shut behind him, cutting off the chaotic noises of the hallway.

He rushed to the side of the bed. Looking down at Elara, his heart ached. She looked so small, her breathing shallow and ragged, her life force flitting away like a candle flame in a drafty room. The digital clock on her monitor read 11:42 PM.

"I'm here, Elara," Calvin whispered, his voice softening as he gently brushed a strand of hair from her pale, cold forehead. "Brother is here. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore."

[Ding!]

The Divine Medical System’s voice chimed within his mind, crisp and absolute.

[Warning: Patient Elara Hudson is suffering from Level 3 'Abyssal Ash' Post-War Genetic Toxin. Her cellular matrix is deteriorating at a rate of 4% per minute. Traditional machinery is merely sustaining a dying shell. Total cardiac arrest will occur in 18 minutes.]

[Recommended Treatment: Execute the "Nine Yin-Yang Needle Technique" to cleanse the primary meridians and isolate the toxin core. Warning: Requires precise control of internal Qi. A single mistake will rupture the patient's spiritual pathway.]

"Isolate the core..." Calvin muttered. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small, velvet pouch he had snatched from a traditional pharmacy counter on his frantic run to the hospital. Inside were thirty-six standard, long silver acupuncture needles. To any modern doctor, they were ancient, useless tools. To Calvin, they were weapons capable of rewriting reality.

He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, drawing a deep breath to stabilize his mind. When he opened them, the world faded into a map of glowing pathways. Elara’s body became a tapestry of silver lines and dark, toxic pools.

"Nine Yin-Yang Needle Technique," Calvin whispered, his fingers blurring as he pulled the first silver needle from the pouch. "First needle: The Heaven’s Gate!"

With a precision that defied human limitation, he drove the needle into the apex of Elara’s skull. A faint, audible hum vibrated through the room as a wisp of pure, golden Qi traveled down the silver metal, entering her brain stem. The chaotic, erratic beeping of the heart monitor instantly paused, settling into a perfectly synchronized, steady rhythm.

Outside the glass window, Dr. Harrison, who had managed to push himself up, stared into the room with his mouth wide open. He had spent thirty years studying modern medicine at the highest institutions in the world, but what he was witnessing right now bypassed every medical textbook ever written. A man was controlling a dying girl's vitals with nothing but a single piece of wire.