2025-10-22 15:39:25Charlie stared at the business card with trembling hands. "Miracle Doctor… Linda Sarman?" he muttered under his breath. That woman… she couldn’t have known about Nancy’s mother by coincidence. Could she really be who she claimed?
He pulled out his phone with what little energy he had left and dialed the number on the card.
It rang once.
Twice.
Then a calm, assertive voice answered, “Charlie?”
It shocked him that she already knew his name. “I… I need help,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I know. I’m already on my way,” Linda replied, her voice firm. “Don’t let anyone draw another drop of your blood.”
The line went dead before Charlie could even respond.
Charlie tucked the phone under the pillow just as footsteps echoed outside the hallway. Carl’s voice drifted in first—low, urgent, and laced with impatience.
“I don’t care if the real miracle doctor’s impossible to find,” Carl snapped. “Just get me someone. Anyone. Put a lab coat on a half-decent actor and call him the best doctor in the country. Nancy doesn’t know any better.”
The man on the other end of the line said something indistinct, but Charlie heard the frustration in Carl’s reply. “We’re wasting time! My father’s been pressing me to solidify an alliance. If I can marry Nancy now—before the truth comes out—I’ll have access to her family’s entire medical network. After that, the old woman can die for all I care.”
Charlie’s eyes widened. So, all of this—the care, the support—was a lie? Carl was just using Nancy… just like Nancy used him?
The betrayal layered upon betrayal made Charlie’s stomach turn.
“I’ll handle it myself,” Carl barked. “Just make sure that fake doctor is convincing.”
Charlie involuntarily let out a small gasp.
Carl turned sharply toward the curtain separating the beds. “Who’s there?”
Charlie didn’t answer. He lay completely still, hoping Carl would think he imagined it. But his pale face and tensed frame gave him away.
Carl yanked the curtain aside, and his eyes narrowed. “So, you’re still alive?”
Charlie stared back, silent.
Carl walked closer and leaned in, lowering his voice to a hiss. “Eavesdropping is dangerous, especially for someone as useless as you. What you heard—forget it.”
Charlie didn’t flinch. In fact, despite his weakness, a strange calm washed over him. A small part of him—one long buried—was beginning to stir.
Carl smirked. “I’d warn you to keep your mouth shut, but let’s be honest—you won’t be around long enough to talk.”
Just then, the door opened. Nancy entered, holding a tray of food and sipping tea like nothing was wrong.
“Oh, look who’s still pretending to be on death’s door,” she sneered when she saw Charlie lying weakly on the bed. “Are you hoping to guilt me into keeping you around? Pathetic.”
Charlie said nothing.
Carl quickly regained his composure and smiled at Nancy. “He was just complaining that 600ml was too much. I told him he was exaggerating. After all, you said your mom’s life was at stake. What’s a little sacrifice, right?”
Nancy chuckled and placed the tray down. “Exactly. Besides, he has nothing else to offer.”
Charlie’s fingers tightened into a fist beneath the blanket.
“Anyway,” Carl said, turning toward Nancy with a practiced smile, “I spoke to one of my contacts in the medical council. They might’ve found a lead on the miracle doctor.”
Nancy’s eyes lit up. “Really? That’s amazing!”
“Well,” Carl said slowly, “he hasn’t agreed yet. But don’t worry—I’ll pull some strings.”
Nancy’s face softened. She reached out and touched Carl’s arm. “You’ve already done so much for us…”
Carl glanced sideways at Charlie and smirked. “It’s the least I can do.”
Before Nancy could respond, a nurse peeked through the door. “Excuse me. Miss Nancy? There’s a woman asking for Mr. Charlie. She says her name is… Linda Sarman.”
Nancy frowned. “Who?”
Charlie’s eyes snapped open. He sat up, wincing at the sudden movement.
Carl’s expression darkened. “Impossible. That name—”
The nurse looked confused. “She says she’s a doctor. And she insisted on speaking to him privately.”
“I’ll see her,” Charlie said, his voice raspy but steady.
Carl stepped forward. “There’s no need. If this is about your blood tests or something, I’ll handle it.”
But Charlie didn’t even look at him. “No. I’ll see her myself.”
Nancy rolled her eyes. “So dramatic…”
Moments later, the door opened, and Linda Sarman stepped in.
She wore a simple black coat, but there was something about her presence—something magnetic. Her posture was poised, her eyes sharp and intelligent.
Carl visibly tensed.
Nancy frowned, clearly unimpressed. “You’re the so-called doctor?”
Linda glanced briefly at Nancy, then Carl, before her gaze settled on Charlie. “I’m here for him. Not you.”
She walked over to Charlie and pulled a small scanner from her pocket, waving it over his wrist. A faint beep sounded.
Charlie blinked. “What’s that?”
“A reminder,” she said softly. “That you’re more than what they made you believe.”
Nancy snorted. “Please. He’s a street rat we picked up. He should be thanking us.”
Linda turned slowly. “Is that so?”
Carl stepped forward, trying to take control of the situation. “Look, I don’t know what your angle is, but this is a private matter—”
“No,” Linda cut in, “this is a national matter.”
She turned to Charlie and handed him a sealed envelope.
“Inside is your first clue. Proof of who you were—and who you still are. You’re not just some pawn in their twisted game, Charlie. You’re someone they all feared once.”
Charlie hesitated, then took the envelope.
Linda gave him a faint smile. “I’ll give you time. But be warned—more danger is coming. And when it does, you’ll need to decide whether to run… or rise.”
She turned and walked out, leaving stunned silence behind her.
Carl scowled. “What kind of circus stunt was that?”
Nancy looked confused, but also slightly uneasy.
Charlie stared down at the envelope, the seal unbroken.
Somewhere deep inside, something was awakening. And though his body was still weak, his mind was clearer than it had been in years.
For the first time in a long time… he didn’t feel like a victim. He felt like a ticking storm. And it was only just beginning.
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