The Legendary Martin Garvey

Chapter 4

“Sir, ma’am, we must not listen to his nonsense.”

One of the doctors spoke to Ethan and Isla, nodding toward Martin.

“If we don’t perform CPR immediately, I’m very worried this child won’t survive three minutes. If you don’t believe me, please look at his heartbeat.”

On the monitor, the line curved faintly—almost straight.

It was the visual representation of the patient’s heartbeat.

If it became completely straight, it meant the heart had stopped.

“We don’t have time. Please allow me to do it now.”

Isla’s face was extremely tense.

She wanted to take Cody to the capital, but the doctor’s words left her no choice.

If she insisted on transferring him, his life might be at risk during the trip.

Before she could respond, Martin’s voice sounded again.

“No,” he said firmly. “The child’s body is fighting the remaining poison. Any external interference will only be fatal. The toxin could spread throughout his body.”

Looking directly at Isla, Martin continued, “If he doesn’t wake up in three minutes, you may do whatever you wish to me.”

“Hey, idiot!”

Ethan glared sharply at Martin.

“You think that child’s life is worth your nonsense? If something happens, this entire hospital will be held responsible! Have you even thought about that?”

“Please,” Martin said, ignoring Ethan’s shouting.

“Just three minutes.”

He wasn’t begging for attention.

He simply believed it was his duty to save a life in danger—just as he had done years ago in Belvaria.

At that moment, hearing him mention poison, the middle-aged woman who had brought Cody suddenly remembered something.

“Young man, do you mean Cody has food poisoning?”

“No.”

Martin shook his head.

“It’s venom from a highly lethal species of snake. If it reaches the heart and nervous system, it can kill within minutes. Fortunately, the child has already passed the critical phase.”

“Idiot! You’ve been talking about snake venom this whole time,” one doctor snapped.

“There are no bite marks on his body. You’re clearly making things up!”

“Besides, someone bitten by a snake usually runs a very high fever. But his body temperature is stable. This is clearly food poisoning.”

“He wasn’t bitten directly,” Martin replied calmly. “Most likely, the venom contaminated something—food, perhaps. The child unknowingly consumed it.”

In Belvaria, where Martin had once been stationed, this species was known as the pine tree snake—extremely venomous.

Drug dealers sometimes raised them.

When handled with extreme precision, the venom could be used as a powerful additive in certain narcotics—far stronger than opium.

That was why it was so valuable.

But careless dealers often failed to refine it properly.

Instead of becoming a stimulant, it remained deadly poison.

As the argument continued—

Two minutes and thirty seconds had passed.

Cody’s face had turned as pale as a corpse.

Fifteen seconds remained.

If nothing was done within the next fifteen seconds, the child might truly be beyond saving.

“Everyone, be quiet.”

Isla stared intensely at Cody. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead.

“Do whatever must be done. I just want him alive.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll begin CPR now.”

Feeling authorized, the doctor stepped forward and placed his hands on Cody’s chest.

But before he could proceed, Martin quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Hey! What are you doing? Let go of me! Let go now!”

The doctor shouted, but Martin did not release him.

“This man is insane!” Ethan yelled, turning to the security guards. “Why are you standing there? Take him out! Now!”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

The two guards hesitated briefly after what Martin had done to them earlier.

But there was no time to think.

“Move!” they shouted, each grabbing one of Martin’s shoulders.

Yet no matter how hard they pulled, Martin didn’t budge.

It felt as though they were trying to drag a massive block of concrete.

Five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

Beeeeeeep!

Exactly at the three-minute mark, the line on the monitor went flat.

The child’s heart had stopped completely.

“Cody!”

Isla’s eyes widened in horror.

She rushed to his frail body.

“No! No! You can’t leave. Aunty is here. You must hold on! You have to!”

She wrapped her arms around him.

His body was cold.

Very cold.

“Hey, move!”

The guards pulled Martin harder.

He brushed their hands away after releasing the doctor’s wrist.

“I told you everything would be fine. I’ll leave now.”

Martin walked calmly toward the door.

But his composure only fueled everyone’s fury.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

“Murderer!” Ethan shouted. “You think you can just walk away? You’ll pay for this! You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison!”

Every pair of eyes in the room burned with anger.

Martin, Quinn thought. What are you trying to do? Why act so recklessly and let a life slip away? What are you trying to prove?

While everyone stared at Martin—

The middle-aged woman suddenly frowned as she looked at Cody.

“M-Ma’am…” she said, her voice trembling. “H-He… he’s awake.”

She pointed at Cody’s twitching fingers.

“What?”

Isla loosened her embrace, letting the boy lie back down.

She could hardly believe her eyes when the flat line on the monitor slowly began to curve again—then returned to normal rhythm.

Cough—cough!

Cody coughed twice before slowly opening his eyes.

“Aunty… I’m sorry,” he whispered when he saw Isla in front of him.

“I promise I won’t be naughty anymore. I won’t steal that man’s hunted meat again.”

Isla said nothing. She simply hugged him tightly.

“You’re safe now.”

At that moment, every doctor in the room stood frozen, eyes wide.

“I-It’s… impossible!”

How could someone whose heart had completely stopped suddenly revive and regain consciousness?

It defied medical logic.

Martin merely gave a faint smile.

He knew exactly why they were confused.

“I told you everything would be fine. Cody, you did the right thing by staying away from whatever nearly harmed you.”

Without another word, Martin walked out of the room.

“Wait.”

Before he could step through the door, Ethan’s voice rang out again.

“Just because the child survived, you think it was your doing? Not a chance! It was the medicine we gave him earlier! Don’t you dare take credit for this! You will still answer for what you’ve done!”