The Divine Healer: From Prison Trash to Global Sovereign

Chapter 4

The bright, sterile lights of the private medical wing hummed softly as Seraphina paced the polished floor frantically. Her tattered clothes were soaked with freezing rain, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.

"Are you insane? Look at her!" Seraphina screamed, pointing a trembling hand at Dustin's unconscious mother on the bed. "She needs a real hospital, an ICU, not this place! Call an ambulance right now!"

Commander Jones instantly stepped directly into her path, his massive frame blocking her advance as his gaze hardened into absolute iron. "Shut the hell up and watch a real god work," he barked, his deep voice leaving no room for argument.

Dustin stood completely still beside the bed, his expression entirely calm, focused, and completely detached from the chaos in the room. He slowly opened a sleek leather wrap, revealing a set of simple, unyielding silver needles that caught the sterile light.

"He doesn't know what he's doing!" Seraphina cried out, trying to push past Jones, her eyes wide with a frantic panic. "She is dying! Her heart is barely beating, and you're just standing there!"

"Silence," Dustin whispered, a single word that carried a terrifying, heavy weight that instantly caused Seraphina’s voice to die in her throat. He leaned over his mother, his fingers moving with absolute, unyielding precision.

With precise, lightning-fast strikes, Dustin drove the silver needles directly into her cranial points, his movements a flawless blur of ancient mastery. He channeled a microscopic thread of his hidden energy through the steel, targeting the shriveled optic nerves.

The black, deep-seated toxins that had paralyzed her body for six years began to violently purge, a foul dark fluid seeping from her pores. Within minutes, the deathly pale complexion of his mother's face completely vanished, replaced by a healthy, warm glow.

Her chaotic breathing immediately stabilized into a deep, peaceful, and perfectly healing sleep, the heart monitors shifting into a steady, rhythmic hum. Dustin slowly pulled the needles back, his chest rising as he let out a quiet, controlled breath.

He pulled a crisp, white linen sheet over her shoulders, his gaze softening for a brief second before he turned to face Seraphina. "She is out of danger," Dustin stated quietly, pulling up a chair by the bedside. "Her sight will be completely restored when she wakes."

Seraphina collapsed into a nearby seat, her knees buckling completely as the residual adrenaline finally began to drain from her exhausted body. She stared at the old woman’s resting face in absolute, stunned disbelief, unable to comprehend what she had just witnessed.

"Thank you," Dustin said softly, his voice carrying a rare hint of genuine warmth as he looked at the young woman. "You protected her in those gutters when I wasn't there to do it. You fed her when she was completely starving."

"I just couldn't leave her," Seraphina muttered, her hands shaking as she pulled her wet jacket tighter around herself. "She was so gentle, so helpless. The people from that wealthy manor treated her like an absolute dog."

"How did an educated, capable woman like you end up living in the slums?" Dustin asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sought to understand the truth. "You don't belong in the gutters, Seraphina."

"I had a beautiful, perfect life with my father six years ago," Seraphina whispered, her eyes suddenly filling with a dark, suffocating rage. "We owned the Vanguard Group. We had everything until a cruel, heartless monster completely ruined my family."

"Who did it?" Dustin asked, his voice dropping into a freezing, calculated void that caused the temperature in the room to plummet.

"A medical resident named Dustin Grey," she hissed, her teeth clenching so hard they nearly cracked. "He caused a fatal car accident that crippled a tycoon. When my father sued him to ensure he went to prison, that animal retaliated."

"He sent hired hitmen to burn our entire estate and murder my family in cold blood," Seraphina wept, a heavy tear of pure agony rolling down her cheek. "They slaughtered everyone. I only survived because I was away at boarding school."

A heavy, suffocating, and terrifying tension instantly filled the room, the silence pressing down on Dustin’s chest like a mountain of lead. He sat perfectly frozen, his mind spinning in chaotic loops as the sheer weight of the lie hit him.

Before Dustin could even process the absolute shock of her words, his sleeping mother tightly gripped his fingers on the bed. "Dustin... my boy... don't leave me again," she murmured softly in her deep sleep, her chest rising peacefully.

Seraphina froze completely, her breath catching in her throat as her gaze slowly snapped from the old woman’s hand straight to Dustin's face. The realization hit her like a physical blow, her silver eyes instantly turning into lethal, manic weapons.

"Wait... that's true," Seraphina whispered, her voice cracking as she slowly leaned closer to him, her posture turning incredibly predatory. "She just called you Dustin. You... you are also Dustin Grey, aren't you?"

Dustin tried to break the suffocating tension with a small, self-deprecating chuckle, though his eyes remained entirely serious. "Well, it couldn't have been me, Seraphina. I've been locked away inside a maximum-security prison cell for the last six years."

"I knew it!" Seraphina shrieked, her voice exploding with a raw, unadulterated madness that shattered the quiet of the wing. "Six years ago? Was it because of a fatal car accident?"

Dustin hesitated for a single split-second, his fingers tightening against his staff before he nodded slowly. "Yes, but there is an absolute misunderstanding here."

In an instant, Seraphina completely lost her sanity, lunging over the hospital bed like a wild animal pushed to the brink of despair. Her fingers wrapped tightly around Dustin's neck, her nails digging deep into his skin with a terrifying, manic strength.

"You're the monster!" she screamed into his face, her tears splashing against his cheeks as she squeezed with everything she had. "You're the heartless bastard that killed everyone in my family! You burned my father alive! Die! Just die!"

Commander Jones’s eyes flashed with a lethal fury, his massive fist already raising to knock her completely unconscious to protect his lord. "Get your hands off him, woman!" Jones roared, stepping forward with absolute, unyielding murderous intent.

"Jones, stand down! Do not touch her!" Dustin commanded, his voice carrying a booming authority that instantly froze the commander in his tracks. Dustin didn't even use his true power, remaining completely passive so he wouldn't break her fragile wrists.

With a seamless, effortless movement of his forearms, Dustin broke her fierce grip without causing her a single scratch, pinning her wrists firmly against the adjacent wall. He held her there, forcing her furious, weeping gaze to lock onto his ice-cold eyes.

"You are from the Vanguard family?" Dustin demanded, his voice absolute, unyielding ice that instantly cut through her manic screams. "Listen to me clearly, Seraphina! I took the fall for Julian Sterling's crime six years ago!"

"I was locked inside a maximum-security isolation ward under twenty-four-hour surveillance when your family was completely slaughtered," Dustin explained, his chest heaving as he stared into her soul. "I couldn't have sent those hitmen!"

"The Sterling family used me as a throwaway pawn to save their son, and someone else used my name to cover their tracks," he hissed, his grip steady. "We are both victims of the exact same vipers, Seraphina. We are both carrying the exact same grief."

Seraphina’s fierce struggles slowly began to wither, her strength completely evaporating as the cold, logical truth of his words pierced through her blind hatred. A single, heavy bead of tears fell from her eye, splashing onto Dustin’s hand.

"A pawn?" she whispered, her voice cracking as she stared at him, her chest heaving with an overwhelming, breathless sorrow. "If it wasn't you... then who murdered my father?"

Dustin slowly released her wrists, his face hardening into a terrifying expression of absolute, calculated vengeance as he looked toward the doorway. "We are going to find out exactly who pulled the strings, and I will make sure they bleed for every single tear you and my mother shed."

Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the medical wing swerved open once more, and an elite intelligence analyst from the Sovereign Ring rushed inside. He held a secondary secure tablet, his face completely pale as he looked at Dustin.