THE ALMIGHTY WAR GOD

Stop It! Don't Embarrass Us!

Magnus drove Jasmine to the hospital in the yellow sports car. Upon arrival, they headed straight to their mother’s hospital room.

“So, you and Jonas take turns watching Mom at the hospital? And today was his turn?”

“Yeah.”

During the drive, in response to Magnus’s questions, Jasmine had explained their life after Magnus was reported dead. Everything was exactly as Magnus had learned when he probed her memory at home earlier.

Thinking about it now, he let out a heavy sigh. As the eldest son, he should have been the one responsible for taking care of their mother. He should have also been the one earning money for her treatment and care.

Magnus was determined to fix this. Now that he was back, he would relieve his two younger siblings of those responsibilities.

“That’s the room,” Jasmine said, pointing to an inpatient room at eleven o’clock.

Magnus glanced at the door. Apparently, their mother was admitted to a Class C room, one level above the cheapest room in the hospital. Magnus sighed heavily again. Three years ago, his mother was in a Class B room. Jasmine and Jonas must have downgraded her to Class C due to financial constraints.

The two of them entered the room. A doctor, accompanied by a nurse, appeared to be examining the mother’s condition. Jonas, Magnus’s youngest sibling, stood not far from the patient’s bed. He gasped when he turned and saw Jasmine entering with Magnus.

“Doctor Flynn, what happened? How is my mother?” Jasmine asked, rushing toward the doctor with a worried look.

Flynn, the doctor, straightened up and sighed. He looked at Jasmine and said, “The patient’s immune system continues to decline. If this continues, the patient could relapse into a critical phase.”

His expression was neutral at first. But when he saw Magnus, he gasped, just like Jonas.

Flynn had been the Barbosa family’s personal doctor for the past few years. And of course, he had heard the news of Magnus’s death. Now, this dead man was suddenly in the same room as him.

‘Was the news of his death I heard three years ago a lie?’ he thought.

Meanwhile, Jasmine now stood beside the patient's bed, looking at her mother with teary eyes. One hand rested on her hip, the other covered her mouth.

“Doc, what can be done to improve my mother’s condition? Should the dosage be increased?” Jasmine asked, moving her hands to her hips and looking at Flynn.

“What? Increase the dosage?” Flynn asked, turning to look at Jasmine.

“Yes, Doc. Could there be a positive effect if the drug dosage is increased?”

Flynn shook his head.

“I’m not sure that would help much. This is about the patient’s will to fight. We at the hospital have done everything we can try. In many coma cases like this, medical treatment only functions as support.”

“Please don’t say that, Doc,” Jonas interrupted. “My mother is a tough woman. She definitely wants to wake up. She wouldn’t let us—her children—live without her. So please, do something. Maybe there’s a new treatment technique we could try?”

Flynn shook his head again.

“I’ve already told you, we at the hospital have done what we can. You can't rely entirely on us. The patient has her own role in the healing process.”

Flynn said this with conviction, as if it were the absolute truth. However, he was actually lying.

Although he was a senior doctor at the hospital, he didn't have the ability to gauge a patient's will to fight. That was just an alibi he created to cover up the illegal medication he had been giving the patient.

Yes, it was a special request from the Barbosa family. Marco had secretly given him ten million dollars to commit the despicable act. And he promised an additional five million dollars if he succeeded in making Magnus’s mother appear to die naturally.

So far, his actions hadn’t been detected by the hospital, so he felt safe continuing the practice. What he didn't know was that Magnus possessed a magic that allowed him to comprehensively detect his mother's physical condition.

And he had asked the System to activate this magic a few moments ago. He stepped forward, standing to Jasmine's right, and placed his right palm on his mother's forehead.

“My little brother is right. Our mother is a tough woman. She is trying with all her might to regain consciousness. The problem isn’t the patient’s will to fight, as you claim,” Magnus said.

At the end of his sentence, Magnus looked up and stared at Flynn. Flynn glared back, annoyed.

“Who is this know-it-all?” Flynn asked sarcastically.

“He’s my older brother, the first child in our family,” Jasmine replied.

Feeling awkward toward Flynn, she shot a frustrated look at Magnus. Flynn and Magnus continued to stare at each other.

“I don’t know why you’d say something like that in front of me, but I’ve been a doctor for over a decade. You, who have no medical knowledge, shouldn't doubt my assessment of a patient,” Flynn stated.

Flynn had never met Magnus before and didn't know much about him. But from the stories he heard from the Barbosa family, Magnus was just a college student from a poor immigrant family with no expertise whatsoever. There was no way he understood medicine.

In response to Flynn’s attack, Magnus gave a cold smirk.

“It’s true, when it comes to experience in the medical world, I’m far behind you. But regarding my mother’s condition, I seem to know more than you do.”

Refusing to be underestimated by Magnus, Flynn said, raising his voice, “If you truly feel you're better than me, then try to do something to improve the patient’s condition. Come on, prove your words! Don’t just talk!”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew tense. The nurse looked at Magnus and the doctor anxiously. So did Jasmine. Jonas, meanwhile, looked irritated. He stared at Magnus like he was an enemy.

“Okay. Then I ask you to step aside,” Magnus said casually.

Flynn gave a mocking smile. “You really think you, a non-doctor, can cure the patient? I’m starting to wonder if you’re sane or not.”

Magnus ignored him. He subtly activated his bright blue eyes, scanning his mother’s body down to her internal organs.

“What else are you waiting for? Come on, show me what you can do! If you can actually improve the patient’s condition, I’ll go to the hospital director today and submit my resignation.”

Magnus narrowed his eyes. He turned toward Flynn and said, “A man doesn’t go back on his word. I’ll hold you to that promise.”

Flynn sneered again. “Just show me what you can do first. Stop talking so much.”

To Flynn, who knew exactly how bad the patient’s condition was, what Magnus was attempting was just an empty show. He had nothing to worry about. He could even bet his life, and he would surely win.

And at this point, an idea to humiliate Magnus crossed his mind.

“If you succeed in making the patient’s condition better, you can hold me to my promise. But if you fail, you must admit your arrogance and apologize to me. And I want a special apology. You have to apologize while kneeling to me, saying how foolish you were to underestimate and challenge a professional doctor like me, and I will record this apology on my phone to broadcast on my social media. How about that? Do you dare?”

Flynn gave a wicked smile. A flicker of satisfaction began to rise in him as he imagined his demand actually happening.

But instead of worrying as Flynn expected, Magnus casually replied, “Okay. I’ll hold you to your words.”

Flynn folded his arms across his chest, raising his eyebrows and shrugging. The nurse looked worried. So did Jasmine.

“Magnus, what the hell are you doing? Stop it! Don’t embarrass us!” Jasmine protested.

“Relax. The one who will be embarrassed isn’t us, but this incompetent doctor,” Magnus replied, his eyes fixed on his mother.

Flynn chuckled. “This guy is so full of himself. Well, don’t blame me if the patient’s condition actually gets worse,” he said, looking at Jasmine with a cold smile.

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