The God Of Death

A Miraculous Doctor

Darius’s gaze remained fixed on his mother as he reached toward the medical table and picked up three acupuncture needles.

The nurses immediately looked at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?” one of them asked.

Darius didn’t answer.

He held the first needle between his fingers and carefully placed it in the center of his mother’s forehead. The second went into the area above her chest, while the third was inserted just below her navel.

The staff members exchanged baffled looks.

One of the nurses couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Is he seriously performing acupuncture on a dead woman?”

Another shook her head. “He must have lost his mind from the shock.”

“This is a modern hospital, not some ancient clinic,” a male staff member added mockingly. “What does he think three needles are going to accomplish?”

Darius ignored every word.

He stood beside the bed with his eyes closed, his breathing slowing as he concentrated. The room gradually fell silent as the staff realized he wasn’t going to respond to their ridicule.

Then Darius raised his hand.

A faint current of life energy flowed from his fingertips into the first needle.

The needle trembled.

He guided the energy through it, allowing it to travel along his mother’s meridians before moving to the second and third needles. His control was precise. He wasn’t simply injecting energy into her body; he was directing it toward the places where her life force had nearly been extinguished.

For several seconds, nothing happened.

The staff watched skeptically.

Then one of the nurses suddenly noticed something.

“Wait…”

Everyone looked toward the bed.

The grayish color that had covered Darius’s mother’s face was slowly disappearing. Color returned to her cheeks, first faintly, then more visibly. Her fingers twitched beneath the blanket.

The monitor beside her bed flickered.

A weak heartbeat appeared.

Then another.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The nurses froze.

“She has a pulse!”

The male attendant rushed toward the monitor, staring at the numbers in disbelief.

“That can’t be possible. She was pronounced dead.”

Her chest suddenly rose.

She took a shallow breath.

Then another.

Her breathing gradually became steadier, and the lifeless appearance that had covered her body moments earlier began to disappear.

The room fell completely silent.

The same people who had mocked Darius were now staring at him as though they were looking at a completely different person.

One of the nurses covered her mouth.

“How did he…?”

No one had an answer.

Darius slowly opened his eyes and removed the needles one by one.

He didn’t look pleased.

Instead, his expression remained serious.

“The Dark Purification Technique wasn’t enough.”

The staff members looked at him in confusion.

Darius examined his mother’s condition again.

“The Grave Parasite has already grown more critical.”

He clenched his jaw.

The medicine Cassie had taken from the hospital had been crucial to slowing the parasite’s progression. Without it, the parasite had continued consuming his mother’s remaining life force. The Dark Purification Technique had managed to suppress it temporarily, but it wasn’t enough to completely remove the threat.

“She still isn’t out of danger,” Darius said. “The parasite has spread too deeply. I need something stronger.”

He looked toward his mother.

“I need the Soulroot.”

Without wasting another second, Darius pulled his phone from his pocket.

His fingers were slightly unsteady. His calm expression showed a trace of urgency. He selected a number and called.

The phone rang only once before the all was answered immediately.

“Mr. Darius!”

The voice on the other end belonged to Maxwell Biden, the president of the National Medical Association.

Despite being one of the most influential medical figures in the country, Maxwell’s voice carried none of the arrogance or authority he displayed when dealing with other people. Instead, there was unmistakable respect in his tone.

Darius spoke directly.

“Maxwell. Find the Soulroot.”

There was a brief silence.

“No matter what it costs,” Darius continued. “I need it as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, sir.”

Maxwell didn’t ask why.

He didn’t question Darius’s decision.

When Darius gave an order, Maxwell acted.

“I’ll set everything in motion immediately.”

Darius was about to end the call when Maxwell quickly added, “But, Mr. Darius, I was actually about to call you myself.”

Darius’s brows furrowed slightly.

“What is it?”

“There is a banquet tonight,” Maxwell explained. “The National Medical Association is hosting it. Some of the country’s most talented doctors, researchers, medical scientists, and pharmaceutical representatives will be attending. They will be presenting their latest discoveries and competing for recognition from the association.”

Darius’s expression remained indifferent.

Maxwell continued carefully, “I know you’re busy, sir, but it would mean a great deal to us if you could attend.”

Darius said nothing.

Maxwell immediately lowered his voice.

“We’ve reserved the highest VIP position for you. The entire executive committee would be honored to have you there.”

Darius wasn’t interested.

He had seen enough medical breakthroughs in his lifetime to know that most of what these modern researchers considered revolutionary was nothing compared to what he had already mastered.

Their techniques wouldn’t impress him.

Their inventions wouldn’t surprise him.

And their so-called medical geniuses were unlikely to teach him anything he didn’t already know.

But then he remembered the Soulroot.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The herb was incredibly rare. If there was even a small possibility that someone at the banquet possessed information about it—or had brought one with them—he couldn’t afford to ignore the opportunity.

“Alright,” Darius said.

Maxwell went silent for a second.

Then his voice suddenly became filled with excitement.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ll attend.”

“Thank you, sir!”

The dignified president of the National Medical Association sounded almost like a child who had just been given the gift he had been hoping for.

Darius could almost imagine Maxwell’s expression.

Maxwell quickly regained his composure.

“I promise I won’t disappoint you. I’ll personally mobilize everyone I can and begin searching for the Soulroot immediately. If anyone in the association has even a trace of information about it, I’ll find them.”

“I’m counting on you.”

“You can rely on me, sir.”

Darius ended the call.

Maxwell immediately lowered his phone and turned toward his assistant.

“Cancel everything on my schedule.”

The assistant blinked. “President Biden, the banquet preparations—”

“Everything comes second.”

Maxwell’s expression was unusually serious.

“We have to find the Soulroot.”

He knew better than anyone what kind of existence Darius was.

To the outside world, Darius was an insignificant former soldier who had disappeared into an ordinary life.

But Maxwell knew the truth.

The man he had just spoken to was the person whose medical knowledge had once saved lives that the world’s greatest doctors had already declared hopeless.

And Maxwell would never dare treat an order from him casually.

Back at Hillcrest Hospital, Darius returned his attention to his mother.

The monitors continued to register her weak but steady heartbeat, signifying she was alive. For now.

Darius gently adjusted the blanket around her.

“Hold on, Mom.”

His eyes hardened.

“I’ll get the Soulroot.”