The Revengeful Lord Returns

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Kane walked in, his hands still in his pockets, looking totally calm.

Priscila looked at him from head to toe, disgust flashing through her face.

The doctor stared at him while he walked further, his face wrinkling with deep irritation.

“Who's he?" Priscila asked, her gaze moving to Williams then Kane.

“One of the prisoners," Williams answered. “Brought him here to save our son."

“What?" The doctor shouted, not believing his ears. “You brought a prisoner to my hospital to save your son, Mr. Williams?”

Williams cleared his throat. “He's no longer one. He was wrongly accused and has been released."

“An ex-convict?" The doctor snapped, “Unbelievable!”

His gaze sharpened at Kane.

“Do you have any medical qualifications? Do you even have any formal training? What makes you think an ex-convict like you can save his son when I, a professional medical practitioner, haven't been able to even diagnose the illness?"

“That's because you don't know your job," Kane replied harshly.

The doctor's face flushed with red. “How dare you come to my hospital to insult me?" His fist tightened. “I'm fifty years old and have been in this profession for more than two decades. Do you even know what that means? I'm experienced. Fucking experienced."

His teeth gritted. “And you dare open your gutter to tell me I don't know my duty?”

He turned quickly, facing Williams. “Mr. Williams, I don't care to know where you picked this arrogant bastard from, but I want him out of this place this minute.”

Although he spoke furiously, he knew better to keep his tone in check.

Williams Johnson wasn't just an ordinary human being. Aside from being the senior officer in charge of keeping watch over prisoners, Williams holds substantial power in the city.

People respect or tremble at his name.

“Oh, shut up!" Williams roared at him. He flinched, winking his eyes.

"I—” The doctor tried to speak.

But—

“I say, keep the fuck up!" Williams barked. “Who do you think you are?"

That statement alone struck.

The doctor's heart sank. Deeply.

“My son has been here for over an hour now and yet nothing has been done to save him. You haven't even identified the illness just yet. Now, someone who can save him is here and you want me to throw him out? As what?"

A brief pause.

“Or don't you know it's my son's life at stake here?"

His face twisted with annoyance.

“The doctor is right,” Priscilia cut in, "this is our son we're talking about here, Williams. And you want someone, a former convict, with no experience in the medical field, to work on him? How does that even make sense!"

Williams took a deep breath as he looked at Priscilia. “Believe me, I have seen him perform extraordinarily. Heal bones. Much more than I can start explaining.”

He halted, his tone calming.

"Let's just give him a chance, darling.”

He tried to place his hand gently on her shoulder, maybe to soften her mind, but the latter yanked it off.

“I'm not in for this, Williams!" She shot back. “Do whatever you choose, but nothing must happen to our son! Because if it does, I won't forgive you and that ends our marriage!"

“What—”

"Those are my words!" Her tone was sharp and final.

Williams’ heart sank deeply. A trace of skepticism crossed his face as his gaze shifted to Kane.

What if after everything, nothing is done?

He'd lose both his son and marriage.

His breath hitched.

For a moment he couldn't speak. He was in a tight situation.

But then—-

He remembered.

Kane had done the impossible back there in the prison.

A flicker of slight relief replaced the trace of doubt written on his face.

He took a deep, shaky breath.

"Please, start the work, Mr. Kane,” he called.

Kane nodded and marched forward.

“You’re having faith in what this ex-convict can do over mine,” the doctor uttered. "That's the worst mistake ever!”

Priscilia looked at her husband with utter disbelief. She couldn't believe he still went ahead to invite this young man after everything she just said.

She refused to say a word.

Kane scanned Williams’ son from head to toe as he lay on the bed.

After a few minutes, he said, “It's Somnium Rot.”

The revelation sent the room into silence.

Everyone exchanged confused glances.

The doctor hadn't been able to diagnose the critical patient and now, Kane is claiming it's Somnium….. whatsoever.

The doctor frowned.

Then he smirked mockingly. “What did you just call it?" He inquired, digging his ear. “Somnium…what?"

He turned sharply. “Mr. Williams, did you just hear? Somnium Rot. He hasn't done a single thing and he's concluded.”

His gaze moved, his expression darkening as he turned toward the security guards. “Throw him out." He barked an order.

They moved.

However—

Williams blocked the path.

"If you dare,” he said coolly. He did not need to complete his statement.

The doctor stared at him with disbelief. "I can't believe you still trust this bastard when the sign is obvious that he's fake.. He's only preying on your desperation to save your son. Why can't you see it, Mr. Williams?”

No answer.

"I'm so sorry for that interruption,” Williams said to Kane instead. "Please, carry on.”

Kane tilted.

Then he pointed. "Get me Achor-Draught. Siren’s willow bark. Sun-drop nectar. Brine-lotus root. And warm, black tea. I want to start.”

They hesitated, disbelief in their eyes, wondering what he'd be needing that for.

Williams shot. “Are you deaf? Get them now!"

The person hurried away with trembling feet.

The doctor let out a sarcastic laugh. Loud enough. "Firstly, a falsely claimed experiment. Now, some breakfast. This is quite entertaining. Let's see how it goes."

He crossed his arms.

A few minutes later, the ingredients arrived. Although they were rare, they got in on time due to Williams’ influence.

Kane took them. He didn't delay, but not in a hurry.

He started to work. He prepared Anchor-Draught, putting the Siren’s Willow bark and Brine-Lotus into the warm, black tea

He then added a single, glowing drop of Sun-Drop Nectar on top.

Steam began to rise.

Everyone watched in silence.

The doctor's face twitched with disgust. “What nonsense are you even performing?" He cursed.

Kane didn't bother to answer him.

He glared at him at Kane, anger brimming beneath.

Kane stepped closer to the bed, holding the glass cup. He gently helped Williams' son up, opened his mouth, and then poured a small, but satisfying amount of the liquid into his mouth through a slight opening.

Nothing delayed.

The aftermath happened immediately.

Williams’ son started to cough out something dark.

Priscilia’s eyes widened. "What's happening?” She turned and grabbed Williams' collar. “You see what you have caused? We all told you he isn't capable, but you didn't listen! Now, see! Our son is dying!"

The doctor chimed in. “The moment I saw him, I knew he was nothing but a scam!”

He faced Kane. "Young man, whatever you have done to make this happen, better rever—-"

His words didn't come out completely when—

Liam, Williams' son, eyes fluttered open, his vision a bit blurry, but capable of recognizing all familiar faces.

“Mom….Dad!” She called out their names, weakly.