THE DOCTOR THAT KILLS

what! who dares hurt my grandson!

Chapter 2

Adrian opened his eyes once again. The image above him was blurry. He blinked several times, trying to get a clearer view of the ceiling.

A nurse stood beside his bed, fiddling with the IV cannula attached to his arm. She held a syringe in her hand, ready to inject its contents into the line.

At first, he ignored her and tried to shift himself, adjusting slightly on the bed.

But then...

It happened again.

That strange ability he had mysteriously awakened with after coming out of the coma.

He could hear her heartbeat it was fast, too fast.

She didn’t realize he was awake.

But he could sense her fear.

Why was she so nervous? He thought to himself

Then he looked at the liquid in the syringe. His vision zoomed in as though guided by instinct. He saw through it, analyzing its chemical makeup at a molecular level.

And his eyes widened in shock. It was an high dose of potassium chloride

He knew exactly what that would do.

Immediate cardiac arrest causing an instant death.

Without hesitation, he yanked the IV needle out of his vein, blood dripping down his arm but he cared less about it

The nurse jolted in shock, her eyes snapping toward him. She froze for a second then turned and tried to bolt for the door.

But he was faster. Despite his body still recovering, something surged through him, it was strength, speed, awareness.

He leapt off the bed, grabbed her by the wrist, and slammed her against the wall with one arm.

His eyes locked onto hers, dark and deadly.

“Who sent you?” he asked coldly.

The nurse's lips trembled. “M...Mr. Adrian, what do you mean? I was just injecting a supplement... to strengthen you.”

He smirked, knowing that she was lying

He could hear it in her heartbeat, thundering like a war drum.

He could see her sweat. Feel her fear. Read every lie written in her blood.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, voice like steel. “I can see through your pretense. I won’t ask again. Who sent you?”

Her legs trembled. His intense gaze was like a scalpel, piercing, sharp, unrelenting into her soul trying to search for answers.

She faltered.Then suddenly, she lunged at him with the same syringe, aiming for his chest.

But he caught her wrist mid-air, twisted it, and snatched the syringe from her hand.

He held it up between them.

“Why don’t I use it on you?” he asked. “Let’s see what this potassium chloride can really do.”

She gasped, shocked beyond words.

“H-How did you know what it was?” She knew that he had to do series of lab test to know what the content of the syringe was, but he was able to deduce it with just a glance

“That doesn’t matter,” he said, stepping closer. He seized her throat with his free hand.

“You have one more chance. Tell me who sent you.”

Tears welled in her eyes.

“I...I can’t. I pledged to secrecy…”

Adrian’s jaw clenched.

"Enough!" He shouted in anger

Without another word, he inserted the syringe into her neck and pushed the plunger.

The nurse gasped, her eyes bulging.

White foam gathered at her lips as she clawed at her throat. She stumbled backward, crashing to the floor.

Her chest convulsed. Then stopped.

He could hear the silence of her heart, meaning she was dead

He stared at her lifeless body but felt nothing.

No pity. No regret.

Just the bitter satisfaction of survival.

Of vengeance beginning to stir.

All his life he had always been the prey, the hunted, the one not taking seriously

He had never gotten a chance to prove himself

No one allowed him do that, they just call him useless from the moment they see him

He has lived his life trying to prove himself to people who didn't worth it

But now things were different, and he was ready to show people who he really was.

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Meanwhile…

In the outskirts of Hong Kong, nestled deep within the forested hills, stood a sprawling villa cloaked in quiet elegance and silent power.

Its walls had seen decades of diplomacy, secrets, and the kind of wealth that could shake governments. The estate was hidden from the world because its owner chose it that way.

Inside the grand study, the scent of old books and aged whiskey lingered in the air

Dim lighting cast long shadows on the dark oak shelves. A man in his late seventies sat behind an enormous desk carved from rare black wood, a glass of whiskey cradled loosely in one hand.

His tailored robe, embroidered with gold thread, gave him the regal air of a king in exile.

But he was no king. He was something far more dangerous, a man whose influence ran deeper than borders and governments. Some called him a ghost of the underworld. Others whispered that even world leaders sought his favor. But for now, he was simply a grandfather... waiting.

The door creaked open.

A man in a crisp black suit entered, his steps silent. He carried a leather folder clutched tightly to his chest.

“Sir,” he said with a respectful bow, “We found him.”

The old man’s hand stilled. For the first time in years, something flickered in his eyes, it was hope with an hint of fear.

“Where is he?”

“San Francisco, America. He just woke up from a ten-year coma.”

There was silence, heavy and meaningful.

The old man set his glass down slowly, carefully, like handling something fragile. “Is he well?” He said with a shaky voice

The man hesitated. “Physically, he seems stronger than expected. There was an incident in the hospital. An attempt on his life...”

“What! Who dares hurt my grandson!" The old man’s voice dropped, sharp and dangerous.

“He survived and he neutralized the assassin himself. No weapons. Just raw instinct. His reflexes were...” the man paused, searching for the word, “...unnatural.”

The old man stood, turning toward the window. Rain was starting to fall, tapping lightly on the glass.

“He’s always had it in him,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Even as a child... He just never believed it.”

The agent took a cautious step forward. “Shall I prepare a flight for you, sir?”

The old man didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained on the storm forming beyond the hills.

“No,” he said finally. “Not yet. He doesn’t know who I am. Not truly. And he doesn’t trust easily.”

He picked up a photograph from the table worn at the edges. A boy with wide eyes and a quiet smile stared back. "I want you to go instead, support him with all he wants, and bring him to Hong Kong, it's time he takes what is rightfully his"

“Yes, sir.” the man bowed

The old man closed his eyes for a brief moment. “He’s been alone in the dark for too long. They left him to rot while I searched the world. And now… he’s awakened.”

“Do you think he’ll come willingly?” The man in a black suit asked

The old man looked down at the photo in his hand, then answered with quiet certainty.

“No. Not yet. But in time... he will rise. And when he does, the world will hear his name and the terror he would cause to those who looked down on him”