The God Of Death

The Wen Family

Darius left his mother’s ward after making sure the medical staff would continue monitoring her condition. She was still unconscious, but the faint rhythm of her heartbeat remained steady enough for him to leave temporarily. With the banquet only a few hours away, he needed to make preparations before heading there. More importantly, if Soulroot truly existed in Bluewave City, the banquet was his best opportunity to find it.

He had barely walked past the VIP section of Hillcrest Hospital when a furious voice suddenly erupted from one of the private wards.

“My father’s life is in danger, Mr. Ashford! What the hell are you doing?”

The woman’s voice was sharp enough to silence the nurses standing outside the room. She sounded furious, but beneath her anger was unmistakable fear. Naomi Wen stood beside the hospital bed, her pale face tense as she stared at the man lying motionless beneath the sheets.

Her father, Gabriel Wen, was the patriarch of the Wen family, one of the most influential families in Bluewave City. Yet at that moment, the powerful patriarch looked nothing like the man who commanded an entire family. His face was deathly pale, his breathing extremely weak, and several monitors beside the bed were flashing warning signs as his condition deteriorated by the second.

“You promised me you could cure him, but you lied!”

Naomi’s hands trembled as she pointed toward the bed. “You told me his condition was under control. You said Hillcrest Hospital had the best doctors in the city. Now look at him! He’s getting worse!”

Daniel Ashford, Cassie’s father stood opposite her, sweating despite the cool temperature inside the ward. He was one of the senior members of the Ashford family and had personally agreed to oversee Gabriel’s treatment. Unfortunately, the situation had quickly become far more serious than he had anticipated.

“Please, Miss Wen, you have to understand,” Daniel said, trying desperately to keep his voice calm. “Your father’s condition suddenly deteriorated. We have already done everything within our ability.”

“Everything?” Naomi snapped. “You call this everything?”

Daniel swallowed nervously before continuing, “I’ve already contacted Doctor Ryan from Central City. He’s one of the most respected physicians in the country. He’ll be here in thirty minutes, and once he arrives, I’m confident he’ll be able to stabilize your father.”

“Thirty minutes?”

Naomi stared at him in disbelief. “But that wasn’t the agreement before you agreed to cure him. You said you could do it!”

Daniel’s expression tightened. She was right, and that was precisely what frightened him.

When Gabriel had first arrived at Hillcrest Hospital, Daniel had believed his condition was manageable. He had treated countless wealthy patients before, and with the Ashford family’s resources, there was rarely a medical problem they couldn’t handle.

But Gabriel’s condition was different.

The moment Daniel realized what was happening inside the man’s body, his confidence had vanished. The disease had progressed far beyond what conventional treatment could handle, and every attempt to stabilize him had failed. Now Gabriel’s vital signs were dropping rapidly.

If Gabriel Wen died inside Hillcrest Hospital, the consequences would be disastrous.

The Wen family wasn’t merely wealthy. It was one of the most powerful families in Bluewave City, and Daniel knew they would never accept his father’s death without someone paying the price.

“Miss Wen, please calm down,” Daniel pleaded. “Doctor Ryan is coming. Once he gets here, we’ll—”

“Enough!”

Naomi’s furious voice interrupted him. She looked around the ward at the doctors standing helplessly beside the equipment.

“You’re all useless!”

None of them dared to respond.

Naomi’s eyes reddened as she looked back at her father. “My family trusted this hospital, and now you’re standing here telling me to wait while he dies?”

Daniel opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say another word, a calm voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

“He won’t last another five minutes.”

The entire ward fell silent.

Naomi slowly turned around, as did Daniel and the doctors.

A young man stood at the entrance.

He was dressed plainly, without a trace of the expensive appearance expected inside the VIP ward. His clothes were ordinary, and there was nothing about him that suggested he belonged anywhere near the hospital’s most important patients.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed when he recognized him.

It was Darius.

The Ashford family’s janitor.