The Prisoner God of War

Chapter 6: Healing Challenged

Marcus approached the hotel's grand entrance, his simple clothes contrasting sharply with the opulent surroundings. The moment Alessandro spotted him, the billionaire's face lit up with relief and joy.

"Mr. Kane!" Alessandro rushed forward, bowing deeply with the reverence one would show a divine healer. "Thank you for coming. I was beginning to worry you wouldn't honor our meeting."

"The God of War always keeps his word," Marcus replied with supernatural composure.

The hotel's wealthy guests stopped their conversations to stare in amazement. They couldn't understand why Alessandro Romano—a man who commanded respect from presidents and kings—was treating this ordinary-looking young man like visiting royalty.

"This is incredible," one socialite whispered to her companion. "Who could possibly earn such deference from the Romano Empire's CEO?"

Valentina emerged from the hotel lobby, her designer dress rustling as she approached with obvious irritation. Her beautiful face was twisted with anger and disbelief.

"Papa, enough of this charade!" she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "This boy looks barely old enough to have finished high school, let alone be some kind of miracle doctor. You're making a fool of yourself in front of everyone."

"Valentina, please show some respect," Alessandro warned gently.

"Respect?" Valentina laughed mockingly. "For this obvious scammer? Look at him, Papa! He's wearing clothes from a discount store and probably hasn't seen the inside of a real medical school in his life."

Marcus studied Valentina with divine perception, seeing the fear beneath her anger. "Your concern for your father is understandable, but your accusations are misguided."

"Misguided?" Valentina's eyes blazed with fury. "You took advantage of my father's desperation, you pathetic con artist! Whatever trick you pulled earlier is wearing off, and now he's getting worse!"

She cannot perceive the divine nature of what she witnessed, Marcus thought, his godly patience tested by mortal ignorance.

As if summoned by her words, Alessandro suddenly doubled over in a violent coughing fit. His face turned ashen as he struggled to breathe, each cough more painful than the last.

"Papa!" Valentina cried out in terror.

Alessandro's coughing intensified, and thick black blood spattered onto the pristine marble floor. The hotel guests gasped and stepped back in horror as the powerful businessman collapsed to his knees.

"Your father needs immediate attention," Marcus said, his divine healing instincts activating. "Take him to a private room, now."

"Don't you dare touch him!" Valentina screamed, positioning herself between Marcus and her father. "You've done enough damage, you fraud!"

"MOVE!" Marcus commanded, his voice carrying supernatural authority that made the entire lobby tremble.

The divine power in his tone was so overwhelming that Valentina found herself stepping aside against her will, her body obeying the God of War's command before her mind could protest.

Together, they helped the weakening Alessandro into the hotel's presidential suite. Marcus immediately placed his fingers on Alessandro's wrist, his supernatural senses reading the man's condition with precision that surpassed any mortal medical equipment.

The divine healing triggered a purification process, Marcus realized, but his body is struggling to expel decades of accumulated toxins.

The suite's doors burst open as Dr. Eduardo Martinez rushed in, his medical bag clutched in his weathered hands. The elderly physician had been treating the Romano family for over twenty years and commanded respect throughout the medical community.

"Doctor Martinez!" Valentina threw herself at the man's feet. "Please save my father! This... this charlatan did something to him and now he's dying!"

She pointed accusingly at Marcus, her voice dripping with venom. "That scammer tricked Papa into believing he could heal his lung injury, and now look what's happened!"

Dr. Martinez pushed Marcus aside dismissively and began examining Alessandro with practiced efficiency. His stethoscope moved across the patient's chest as he checked vital signs and assessed the situation.

"This is very serious," Dr. Martinez muttered, his brow furrowed with concern. "Mr. Romano has a severely damaged lung and what appears to be a chronic condition that's been hidden for years."

"How is that possible?" Valentina asked desperately.

"Someone has forced his immune system into overdrive," the doctor explained grimly. "The body is trying to heal itself too quickly, causing a violent rejection response. Who treated him before I arrived?"

"Him!" Valentina pointed at Marcus with shaking fury. "That fake doctor did something to Papa and made everything worse!"

"I saved your father's life," Marcus replied with divine dignity. "I took nothing from him and asked for nothing in return."

"Liar!" Valentina shrieked. "You're nothing but a street con artist preying on desperate people!"

Dr. Martinez opened his medical bag and withdrew a small black pill, placing it on Alessandro's tongue. "This will help stabilize his condition temporarily."

The elderly physician then produced a set of gleaming silver acupuncture needles, preparing to insert them into specific pressure points along Alessandro's torso.

"Stop," Marcus said quietly, his divine medical knowledge recognizing the danger immediately. "That approach will cause more harm than healing."

Dr. Martinez looked up with obvious irritation. "Excuse me? Are you questioning my medical expertise?"

"Your technique is flawed," Marcus continued with supernatural certainty. "The silver needles will disrupt his energy flow and counteract the natural healing process. You're about to kill him."

"Kill him?" Dr. Martinez laughed condescendingly. "Young man, I've been practicing traditional medicine for over forty years. I was performing acupuncture before you were even born."

"Age doesn't guarantee wisdom," Marcus replied calmly.

"Listen, you arrogant little boy," Dr. Martinez snarled, his professional pride wounded. "I don't know what kind of street magic you think you performed, but real medicine requires years of study and experience. You look like you should be flipping burgers, not giving medical advice."

Valentina nodded vigorously. "Exactly! This scammer probably learned his 'healing' from YouTube videos and thinks he can fool everyone."

These mortals cannot comprehend celestial healing arts, Marcus thought, watching as Dr. Martinez prepared to insert the first needle. Their ignorance may cost Alessandro his life.

"Doctor Martinez," Marcus said with divine authority, "if you insert that needle into the Tianchi pressure point while his qi is in a state of flux, you will cause irreversible damage to his heart meridian."

The elderly physician paused, startled by the precise medical terminology. "How could you possibly know about meridian theory?"

"Because unlike you," Marcus replied with godly confidence, "I understand the true nature of healing."