SUPER DOCTOR REVENGE

Ch. 5

The digital clock on the primary heart monitor flickered to **11:47 PM**.

Inside the sealed room, Calvin’s focus narrowed until the rest of the universe ceased to exist. His hands moved with an ethereal, rhythmic grace, a stark contrast to the brutal violence he had unleashed just moments prior in the hallway. The Divine Medical System pulsed within his consciousness, guiding his fingers to the micro-millimeter.

"Second needle: The Earth’s Anchor," Calvin murmured.

He drew a long silver needle, channeling a thin, vibrating thread of warm Qi through his fingertips. With a swift, decisive strike, the needle pierced the Yongquan point on the sole of Elara’s left foot. The moment the metal broke the skin, a shudder ran through her frail frame. The dark, ink-like veins protruding along her ankles began to recede, flowing backward as if repelled by an invisible barrier.

Outside the reinforced glass door, the elevator doors shrieked open.

"In here! He’s in the VIP suite!" the Sterling representative’s voice echoed down the corridor.

A squad of heavy-duty tactical security personnel, hired directly by Sterling Pharmaceuticals, rushed into the hallway. They wore full riot gear and carried electrified batons and heavy crowd-control shields. Beside them stood a breathless, enraged Julian Sterling, who had rushed over from the Vance banquet after receiving the emergency alert on his phone.

"Calvin Hudson!" Julian roared, staring through the glass window, his face contorted in a mixture of disbelief and absolute fury. He saw the two unconscious guards on the floor and Dr. Harrison clutching his neck in the corner. "You worthless cockroach! You dare break into my hospital? You dare touch my staff?"

Calvin didn’t even turn his head. He pulled a third needle from the velvet pouch.

"Third needle: The Crimson River," he whispered, driving it straight into the Shanzhong point at the center of Elara’s chest.

A sharp, high-pitched hum vibrated from the needle. Through his God’s Gaze, Calvin watched the golden Qi block the black genetic toxin from entering her pulmonary artery. The black sludge was being corralled, forced into a localized pocket near her lower abdomen.

"Break that door down!" Julian screamed, pointing a trembling finger at the shattered biometric lock. "If he touches her again, he'll ruin the evidence of her natural death! Shoot him with the tasers if you have to, just drag him out!"

Three tactical guards slammed their heavy shields against the sliding glass door. Because the internal electronic locking mechanism had been completely melted by Calvin's raw energy, the door was jammed tight, acting as a makeshift barricade.

The heavy glass groaned under the impact, spiderweb fractures blooming across the surface.

"Fourth needle," Calvin’s voice remained flat, entirely detached from the chaos outside. "Fifth needle. Sixth needle."

In the span of five seconds, his hand became a blur of silver light. The needles pierced the Hegu, Zusanli, and Neiguan points. With each strike, the artificial life support machines began to haywire, their alarms blaring as the monitors recorded metrics that shouldn't be possible for a comatose patient. Elara's blood pressure stabilized at a perfect 120/80. Her oxygen saturation, which had been plummeting toward the fatal forty-percent mark, violently surged back up to ninety-nine percent.

"What is happening to the monitors?!" Julian shouted, grabbing Dr. Harrison by his collar and dragging him to the window. "Look at those numbers! Why is she stabilizing? You told me she would be brain-dead by now!"

Dr. Harrison stared at the monitors, his eyes wide with a terror that transcended his fear of Calvin. "I... I don't know, Master Julian! The machines aren't keeping her alive anymore... look at the power cables! They're fluctuating! He is... he is overriding her nervous system manually!"

With a final, synchronized heave from the guards, the heavy glass door shattered completely, showering the sterile floor of the ICU with thousands of crystalline fragments.

"Get your hands off her, you freak!" the lead guard yelled, lunging forward with his electrified baton raised, aiming directly for Calvin’s neck.

Calvin drew the seventh and eighth needles simultaneously. Without breaking his stance over Elara’s bed, he pivoted on his left heel. His left hand flicked outward in a careless, backhanded gesture.

The two silver needles flew through the air like precision-guided darts. They bypassed the guard’s heavy plastic visor and struck two precise neurological junctions beneath his earlobe. The guard froze mid-lunge, his muscles locking up so violently that his baton flew from his grip, shattering a medicine cabinet across the room. He crashed to the floor, completely paralyzed from the neck down, his eyes rolling back in sheer panic.

The remaining two guards hesitated, their boots crunching on the broken glass as they looked at their fallen captain, then at Calvin.

Calvin stood tall, his silhouette framed by the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital. His drenched clothes had begun to dry, a faint, translucent mist of evaporating rainwater rising from his shoulders—a visual byproduct of the pure Qi circulating through his newly awakened meridians. His eyes bore into Julian Sterling.

"Julian," Calvin spoke, his voice carrying an eerie, echoey resonance that seemed to vibrate the very glass shards on the floor. "I told you. The Hudson name is not yours to bury."

Julian took a step back, his hand instinctively flying to his chest, where a strange, cold tightness had begun to form—the subtle result of the stagnant energy Calvin had tapped into him earlier at the villa. "You... you think a few parlor tricks change anything? You're a licensed nobody! You have no money, no backing, and no future! By tomorrow morning, the Medical Bureau will have you locked in a black site for bioterrorism!"

"Let them try," Calvin said calmly. He turned back to the bed, completely exposing his back to the guards. To him, they were no longer a threat.

The digital clock hit 11:58 PM. Two minutes left.

He held the final, ninth silver needle. This was the core of the Nine Yin-Yang Technique: The Sovereign Phoenix. Unlike the other needles, this one required more than just physical accuracy; it required him to drain half of the current Qi reserves in his dantian to create a permanent energetic seal around Elara's heart, protecting her from the genetic toxin until he could synthesize a permanent cure.

"Nine needles to reverse the heavens," Calvin whispered, his voice laced with an ancient solemnity.

He positioned the long needle directly over Elara’s solar plexus. His hand trembled slightly as the raw golden energy visible only to him gathered at the tip of the silver wire, glowing like a miniature star.

"Stop him!" Julian shrieked, realizing that if Calvin completed whatever he was doing, the Sterling family's absolute control over the post-war medical sector would be publicly challenged. "Shoot him! Kill him!"

The remaining guards drew their sidearms, aiming directly for Calvin's torso.

But before their fingers could tighten on the triggers, a heavy, deafening click echoed from the corridor outside, followed by the authoritative stomp of combat boots marching in perfect, terrifying unison.

"Drop your weapons! Federal Military Police! Lower your firearms immediately or be executed for high treason against the state!" a booming voice commanded from the hallway.

Julian froze. The guards slowly lowered their pistols, turning around to see the corridor flooded with elite, heavily armed soldiers clad in desert-camouflaged tactical gear. Splitting the crowd of soldiers, walking with a heavy, commanding gait, was an old man with silver hair, his chest covered in a dazzling array of military medals.

General Briggs.

And standing right beside him, holding a sleek electronic tablet and dressed in a flawless, sharp black business suit, was a woman whose beauty was matched only by the absolute aura of authority she projected.

Vivian Nightshade.

"Master Hudson," Vivian’s voice cut through the tense room like a diamond blade, her sharp, intelligent eyes locking onto Calvin with a look of profound respect. "The perimeter is secure. Your secretary has arrived."