The God Of Death

The Miracle Doctor

Daniel’s expression changed the moment he recognized the man standing at the entrance. His eyes narrowed with immediate irritation as he stepped forward.

“Darius, what are you doing here?”

His voice carried the authority of someone who had long since forgotten that Darius was once his son-in-law. To Daniel, Darius was nothing more than an embarrassment who had somehow managed to remain attached to the Ashford family for three years.

“Get out,” Daniel ordered coldly. “This is a VIP ward. What business does a janitor have here?”

Darius ignored the insult and looked past him toward Gabriel Wen. The old patriarch’s breathing had become increasingly shallow, while the monitors continued to produce increasingly alarming readings.

“I already told you,” Darius said calmly. “His condition is critical. If you don’t do something immediately, he won’t survive another five minutes.”

Naomi’s attention immediately returned to him. Unlike Daniel, she didn’t care about Darius’s clothes or occupation. Her father’s life was slipping away in front of her, and anyone who claimed to know something about his condition was worth listening to.

She stepped toward Darius. “Who are you?”

Daniel immediately tried to intervene, but Naomi raised a hand, stopping him.

“Let him speak.”

She stared at Darius desperately. “You said my father won’t last five minutes. What do you know about his condition? Can you save him?”

Darius glanced at her before answering. “I can.”

Daniel’s face darkened.

“That’s enough.”

He moved between them and pointed toward the door. “Darius, get out of here. You’re only making this situation worse.”

Naomi frowned. “Mr. Ashford, if he knows something—”

“Don’t listen to him,” Daniel interrupted. “He’s my useless son-in-law. He’s been working as a janitor at this hospital, and he has absolutely no medical qualifications.”

The doctors around the bed exchanged amused looks.

One of them scoffed. “I’ve seen him cleaning the hallways countless times. When did a janitor suddenly become a doctor?”

Another doctor chuckled. “He’s Cassie’s useless husband, isn’t he? I didn’t know he had any medical knowledge.”

Their laughter only made Naomi’s expression more desperate.

Darius remained completely unmoved.

“I never said I was a licensed doctor.”

Daniel stared at him in disbelief.

“Then what exactly are you doing here?”

“I said I can save him.”

The ward fell quiet for a moment before Daniel let out a bitter laugh.

“You can save him?”

His anger was beginning to show. He had spent years studying medicine and had access to some of the best physicians and equipment in Bluewave City, yet none of them had been able to determine how to reverse Gabriel’s rapidly deteriorating condition.

Now a man who had spent the past few years working as a janitor was standing in front of him claiming he could succeed where everyone else had failed.

“Darius, stop this nonsense,” Daniel snapped. “If I, a professional doctor, can’t save him, what makes you think an ordinary janitor can?”

“I don’t need you to believe me.”

Darius’s calm response only irritated him further.

“You’re causing trouble in a critical situation,” Daniel said. “Get out before I have security remove you.”

Darius didn’t move.

Instead, he looked toward Gabriel.

“Five minutes.”

Daniel’s expression hardened. “What?”

“That was all he had when I walked in.”

Darius glanced at the monitor. “Now it’s less.”

As if his words had summoned death itself, the monitor suddenly began beeping rapidly.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Gabriel’s heart rate dropped sharply.

His chest barely moved, and his face became even paler as the doctors rushed toward the bed.

“His blood pressure is falling!”

“His pulse is dropping!”

“Prepare the emergency medication!”

The ward erupted into chaos.

Naomi froze for a moment before rushing to her father’s side.

“Dad!”

Daniel immediately moved toward the bed, but his hands trembled as he checked the readings. The situation had deteriorated exactly as Darius had predicted.

“Get the emergency equipment ready!” he shouted.

The doctors hurried to obey, but none of them looked confident anymore.

Naomi watched helplessly as her father’s condition continued to worsen. Every second mattered, yet the people surrounding him seemed to have run out of answers.

Then her eyes fell on Darius.

She remembered his words.

Five minutes.

He had been right.

“Please,” Naomi said, turning toward him. “Save my father.”

Daniel immediately grabbed her arm.

“No!”

He shook his head firmly. “Miss Wen, you cannot let him touch your father. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. If he interferes now, he could make the situation even worse.”

“My father is already dying!”

“We’re still treating him!”

“And is your treatment working?”

Daniel went silent.

Naomi pulled her arm away and looked at Darius. “Please. If you can save him, do it.”

Daniel stepped in front of her again. “You can’t blame us for what happens if he interferes. If he makes a mistake and your father dies, don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

Darius finally looked at Daniel.

“Stop acting so worried.”

Daniel’s face reddened. “What did you say?”

“If something goes wrong, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Darius’s voice remained calm, almost indifferent. “You don’t need to keep making excuses before I’ve even started.”

Daniel clenched his fists, but Naomi had already made her decision.

“Everyone step aside.”

The doctors hesitated.

“Miss Wen—”

“I said step aside!”

Naomi’s voice was firm this time. She moved beside the bed and looked directly at Darius.

“Please. Save my father.”

Darius nodded and walked toward Gabriel.

The moment he placed his fingers against the old patriarch’s wrist, his expression changed slightly.

Something was wrong.

Darius closed his eyes and carefully examined the flow of energy inside Gabriel’s body. It didn’t take long before he discovered the source of the problem.

Poison.

And not an ordinary poison.

A potent toxin had already spread through Gabriel’s bloodstream, attacking his organs and disrupting the flow of his life energy. Whoever had poisoned him had used an extremely dangerous substance, and the amount circulating through his body was enough to kill an ordinary person several times over.

Darius’s gaze became cold.

If he had arrived a few minutes later, Gabriel Wen would already have been beyond saving.

“This poison is much stronger than I expected,” Darius murmured.

His fingers tightened slightly around Gabriel’s wrist.

“Another few minutes, and he would have been dead.”