SUPER DOCTOR REVENGE

Ch. 6

The final, ninth needle hung just millimeters above Elara’s skin as the world outside the ICU room seemed to grind to a halt. The digital clock hit 11:59 PM.

Calvin did not let the sudden arrival of the military block his focus. With a deep, controlled breath, he drove the ninth needle straight into Elara’s solar plexus. The golden Qi gathered at the tip erupted inward, forming a brilliant, microscopic barrier around her vital organs.

The chaotic alarms of the life support machines suddenly went quiet. The erratic monitors settled into a flawless, healthy rhythm. The dark, purplish-black veins that had been suffocating her neck visibly retreated, forced back into a dormant, isolated state within her lower abdomen. Her pale, translucent cheeks flushed with a sudden, healthy warmth.

Elara's long eyelashes fluttered. A soft, tiny sigh escaped her lips as her breathing turned deep and natural. She was no longer a dying vegetable; she was simply sleeping, protected by a divine seal that no modern medicine could breach.

Calvin slowly withdrew his hands, sweating slightly from the intense expenditure of his internal energy. He turned around, his calm, piercing gaze sweeping across the shattered room.

Julian Sterling stood frozen, his eyes darting between the armed soldiers and the legendary figure standing at the entrance. "G-General Briggs? What is the meaning of this? This is private property! Sterling Pharmaceuticals owns this wing!"

General Briggs, a hardened veteran of the border wars whose name struck terror into the hearts of foreign adversaries, didn't even look at Julian. His stern, heavily scarred face was fixed entirely on Calvin.

"Private property means nothing when the security of the Federation is at stake, young man," General Briggs said, his voice like grinding stones. He stepped into the ruined room, his combat boots crunching over the shattered glass, and stopped exactly three paces from Calvin. Then, to the absolute horror of Julian Sterling and Dr. Harrison, the legendary General snapped his hand to his brow in a crisp, deeply respectful military salute.

"Master Hudson," General Briggs declared. "On behalf of the Federation’s High Command, I thank you for your family's sacrifice. We were late in discovering the treachery that destroyed the Hudson estate, but we are here now."

Julian’s brain short-circuited. "Master? Treachery? General, you must be mistaken! He’s just a discarded son-in-law! A medical dropout who was kicked out of the Vance family tonight!"

"Silence!"

The command didn't come from the General. It came from the woman standing beside him.

Vivian Nightshade stepped forward, her sharp, red-painted lips curved into a cold, dangerous smile. She adjusted her designer glasses, her gaze dripping with absolute disdain as she looked at Julian. "Julian Sterling, your family’s little pharmaceutical empire has grown quite arrogant on the blood of our veterans. Did you really think my network wouldn't discover what you were doing?"

"Vivian Nightshade..." Julian whispered, his hands beginning to tremble.

Every elite in Bacca knew the name Nightshade. Vivian was the supreme head of the Nightshade Group, a multi-billion-dollar global intelligence and logistics conglomerate. She was a woman who moved through both high society and the underground world like a shadow, wielding enough financial and political power to crush a family like the Sterlings overnight.

"Three years ago, Master Hudson entered a contract marriage to protect his sister because your family monopolized the raw ingredients for the genetic toxin suppressants," Vivian said, her voice cutting through the room like a razor. She stepped up to Calvin, bowing her head slightly. "But you forgot one thing, Julian. The Hudsons didn't just discover those formulas. They conquered the battlefield with them. And today, Master Hudson has formally assumed his rightful place as the Sovereign head of the Hudson heritage."

She turned back to Calvin, handing him a pristine, black leather folder. "Master, the assets have been reclaimed. As of ten minutes ago, the Nightshade Group has completed the hostile takeover of forty-nine percent of Sterling Pharmaceuticals' public shares. We have also frozen the Vance family’s supply lines. They are currently locked out of their own bank accounts."

Calvin took the folder, a cold, ruthless smile finally touching his lips. He looked at Julian, whose face had gone completely translucent with shock.

"You said it yourself, Julian," Calvin said, his voice echoing with the terrifying authority of a ruler. "In this world, the weak don't get to dictate terms to the strong. Tell me... how does it feel to watch your empire begin to fall before midnight?"

Julian scrambled backward, pulling out his phone with trembling fingers, desperately dialing his father's number. The call connected, and a panicked, screaming voice blared through the speaker before Julian could even speak: "Julian! Where are you?! The banks just called in all our debts! The military has surrounded our main laboratory! We're ruined!"

The phone slipped from Julian’s hand, clattering against the glass-strewn floor. He dropped to his knees, his arrogant posture completely shattered.

"Dr. Harrison," Calvin turned his gaze to the chief doctor, who was sweating so profusely he looked like he had been caught in the storm outside.

"M-Master Hudson! Please! I was forced into it! Julian threatened my family!" Harrison cried out, crawling toward Calvin and trying to grab his shoes.

"Save your breath," Calvin said coldly, stepping back to avoid the man’s touch. "General Briggs, Dr. Harrison has been intentionally altering the medication dosages of war veterans and patients in this VIP wing to advance Sterling's corporate interests. I believe that falls under military treason."

General Briggs' eyes flared with an icy, lethal rage. "Treason against the state is punishable by life imprisonment in the subterranean military black sites. Guards! Drag them both out. Seal this floor."

"No! You can't do this! I am a Sterling!" Julian screamed as two heavily armed soldiers grabbed him by his arms, dragging him backward through the shattered doorway alongside a weeping Dr. Harrison.

As the corridor cleared, leaving only Calvin, Vivian, and General Briggs in the quiet room, the tension finally softened. Calvin turned back to his sister, gently checking her pulse one more time. The Qi was flowing perfectly.

"Thank you, Vivian," Calvin said quietly. "If you hadn't arrived with the military escort, things would have been messy."

"It is my duty, Master," Vivian replied, her professional, icy exterior melting into a gaze of genuine warmth and loyalty. "Your father saved my life on the southern border ten years ago. The Nightshade family owes its existence to the Hudsons. When I received the alert that your mother's amulet had been activated, I knew the king had awakened."

General Briggs walked up, resting a heavy hand on Calvin’s shoulder. "Your sister is safe here now, Calvin. My personal elite guard will watch this room twenty-four hours a day. No one from the Vance or Sterling families will ever step foot within a mile of her again."

"I appreciate it, General," Calvin said, his eyes narrowing as he stared out the window at the distant, glittering lights of the Vance family villa. "Now, it's time for me to pay a visit to my former in-laws. They are currently celebrating a merger that no longer exists."

Vivian smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she opened a sleek silver briefcase, revealing a pristine, tailored black suit and a pair of polished shoes. "The car is waiting downstairs, Master. Let us go show the city of Bacca who truly rules the night."