The Medical Doctor's mother died in his arms

6

"Open fire and shoot this stupid stray dog to pieces," Brother Dante roared loudly. His scarred face twisted with intense and murderous rage.

Dozens of heavy guns clicked loudly into position inside the small clinic.

Mrs. Hayes went completely pale with absolute terror as she stared at the lethal weapons.

Victoria felt her brief moment of hope collapse rapidly back into cold and heavy dread.

Then silver light moved rapidly through the dark air in bright glowing streaks.

The small silver needles moved way too fast for normal human eyes to follow.

The armed men in black suits began to fall down rapidly one after another.

Every single violent thug dropped heavily to the bloody wooden floor.

Their frozen faces carried the confused expressions of stupid people who did not understand what hit them.

When the loud thuds of falling bodies finally stopped Brother Dante was the only one left standing.

He stood completely alone surrounded by his own dead men.

A dark wet stain spread quickly down the front of his expensive black pants.

He dropped violently to his trembling knees and pressed his sweaty forehead flat against the cold floor.

"Go back and give a clear message to your master," Ethan instructed. His tone carried the mild flatness of a man leaving a simple note on a neighbor door.

"Tell Chad Bennett to stop throwing stupid birthday parties for his dirty dog," Ethan said. His eyes looked down at the terrified man with pure emptiness.

"Or I will arrange for that exact dog to attend Chad funeral instead," Ethan promised. His voice remained perfectly calm and incredibly quiet.

Brother Dante scrambled frantically to his feet and disappeared instantly into the dark night.

Ethan turned his attention slowly back to the two frozen wealthy women.

"Come inside right now," Ethan ordered. His expression remained a completely blank and unreadable mask.

He pulled out clean white gauze and basic medical supplies from a small wooden drawer.

He walked over and placed his warm hand directly onto Victoria bleeding shoulder.

He sent a quick powerful pulse of warm energy directly through his fingertips.

The heavy metal bullet buried deep in her soft bone popped free instantly.

The bloody bullet clattered loudly onto the wooden floor without any ceremony at all.

He stopped the heavy bleeding quickly and applied green herbal medicine to the deep wound.

He wrapped fresh white bandages tightly around her pale smooth skin.

"Your total f*e is fifty dollars," Ethan announced. His voice was completely serious and totally dry.

Victoria slowly recovered from the immense shock of his absolute magic healing.

She realized instantly that this young man possessed power far beyond normal human comprehension.

She reached instinctively for her expensive pocket to transfer five hundred thousand dollars.

Her pale hand stopped awkwardly in the empty open air.

She and Mrs. Hayes left their expensive purses and luxury phones inside their abandoned car.

"Fifty dollars for the medical treatment and a service f*e makes two hundred total," Ethan clarified. He held out his open palm expectantly.

He did not explain his insanely low prices to these rich strangers at all.

The real reason was highly visible in the painted portrait resting right behind him.

His loving mother kept her medical fees deliberately low for seven long years.

She treated poor local neighbors for a few dollars and covered medicine costs for weak patients who could not afford it.

He completely refused to change that rule just because two well dressed women were standing inside her memorial hall.

Ten quiet seconds passed slowly in the small and tense room.

Neither wealthy woman moved a single muscle or spoke a word.

Ethan frowned slightly in genuine deep annoyance.

"Just forget the stupid money completely," Ethan sighed. His voice showed immense and heavy exhaustion.

"Just light a stick of incense for my mother instead," Ethan requested. He pointed gently to the small burning fire basin.

They carefully lit the fragrant incense and bowed respectfully before the painted portrait.

They borrowed his old cracked phone to make a quick urgent call.

Then they just stood there awkwardly and did not leave the clinic.

"Staying the night here costs extra money," Ethan noted. He looked at them with very slight impatience.

Mrs. Hayes completely lost her polite and quiet composure.

Her earlier deep contempt had been thoroughly dismantled but she still had massive foolish pride.

"Do you have absolutely any human compassion in your cold empty heart?" Mrs. Hayes demanded. Her face turned bright red with sudden explosive anger.

"You act exactly like a greedy street dog sniffing endlessly for dirty loose change," Mrs. Hayes insulted. Her voice trembled with massive frustration.

"Do you plan to support my living expenses if I stop talking about money?" Ethan asked. His dark eyes stared straight through her angry soul.

"After my horrible divorce I have absolutely nothing left to my name," Ethan explained. His tone was totally flat and completely void of self pity.

"After paying the funeral costs I have way less than nothing," Ethan added. He crossed his arms tightly over his broad chest.

"The lease for this small clinic is expiring very soon," Ethan stated. His face remained a perfectly calm and serious mask.

Ethan felt a deep pang of sorrow hidden inside his chest.

His poor mother spent years feeding him incredibly expensive herbal compounds.

She desperately needed to suppress the deadly Seven Core Lotus toxin inside his infected blood.

The massive money she earned treating highly influential patients disappeared as fast as it came in.

Victoria saw his slight emotional hesitation and stepped forward quickly.

"I offer the full unconditional support of the entire Harlow family," Victoria promised. Her voice carried immense authority and deep respect.

"I am the vice president of Harlow Capital," Victoria introduced herself properly. She lifted her chin with elegant graceful pride.

"We are the largest investment bank in the Southwest worth hundreds of billions," Victoria explained. Her eyes sparkled with immense wealthy power.

"My grandfather Victor Harlow is on his absolute deathbed right now," Victoria confessed. Her voice cracked slightly with genuine sadness.

He was the absolute foremost of the four massive financial titans in Chicago.

Ethan waved his hand through the air to dismiss her grand and wealthy speech.

"If you want my medical help you need to pay the two hundred dollars first," Ethan insisted. His expression did not change a single bit.

Mrs. Hayes bristled with total outrage and stepped aggressively closer.

"Famous doctors across Chicago are already competing like hungry feral dogs for the chance to treat the old man," Mrs. Hayes pointed out. Her tone was sharp and incredibly condescending.

"Have any of those famous doctors been useful at all?" Ethan asked. A slight mocking smirk finally appeared on his lips.

"Because if they had been useful you would not be standing in my cheap clinic," Ethan reasoned. His voice dripped with complete undeniable logic.

Loud tires screeched violently at the dark alley entrance outside.

A large group of Harlow family people came running rapidly toward the wooden door.

They stopped dead in their tracks at a single sharp authoritative look from Victoria.

They proceeded to clean the bloody and violent scene without speaking a single word.

In mere minutes the clinic was completely spotless.