The Sovereign Doctor's: Divine Healing System

The marble lobby of Jade Health Pharmaceutical gleamed like a polished stage designed for humiliation. Investors were scattered across its polished granite floor, speaking in low, confident tones, walking with the kind of careless ownership that only came from obscene wealth. The mirrored steel walls reflected every movement, and every time I caught my own reflection in them, I felt an uncomfortable tightness in my stomach. I stood near the massive glass window, arms stiff at my sides, the knot in my stomach growing tighter by the second. I had been told Lin Yue wanted to see me. I wasn’t prepared for anything else.

Then I saw him.

Zheng Fei walked in like he owned the air itself, flanked by two massive security men who looked like they were here to escort a criminal, not greet a guest. Beside him was a woman in a black suit holding a folder, her expression cold and detached. Zheng Fei’s grin was smug and polished, the kind of smile that felt like a hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pushing my face toward the ground.

He stopped about ten feet in front of me, his expensive cologne reaching me before his voice did. It was woodsy and sharp, like he had bathed in pure arrogance. He didn’t lower his voice. In fact, he raised it slightly, ensuring the attention of every single person in the lobby.

“Jiang Hao,” he announced like a ringmaster calling out a sideshow attraction. “Good. You actually showed up. Saves us the trouble of dragging you out of that glorified shack you call home.”

I forced my breathing to stay steady. I wasn’t here for him. “Zheng Fei,” I said, keeping my tone even. “I was told Lin Yue wanted to see me. Where is she?”

He let out a short, sharp laugh that carried across the lobby and made several onlookers turn toward us. “Lin Yue?” he repeated mockingly. “My little lamb is far too busy to deal with this mess personally. Did you imagine she’d stand in the lobby to tell her useless husband goodbye?”

“Mess?” I asked, refusing to look away from him.

“Don’t pretend to be clueless,” Zheng Fei said. “You know exactly what this is.” He gestured toward the woman in black. She stepped forward and held out a leather-bound folder along with a crisp white envelope. Zheng Fei tapped the envelope with two fingers. “This is the cleanup operation. A termination of services.”

“I want to hear it from her,” I replied. “Not from you. Unless you’re somehow replacing her as my wife, you don’t speak for her.”

He scoffed and adjusted his cufflinks. “She authorized me,” he said. “I run the business now. And trust me, this is business. You are a liability and a burden, dragging behind her like rusted chains.” He leaned in just slightly, but his voice projected for everyone to hear. “Look around you. Every person in this room is worth more than your entire bloodline. What exactly do you add to Lin Yue’s life besides the smell of poverty and five years of pointless marriage?”

The woman in black held the envelope straight out. Zheng Fei took it from her, holding it up so I could see the paper inside.

“This,” he said, “is your severance. Fifty thousand dollars. It’s generous. More than you’ll make in the next five years combined. Think of it as a farewell gift.”

“My severance?” I repeated slowly. “I’m her husband. Not an employee.”

“Ex-husband,” he corrected. “This is a participation trophy for not causing a scene when you sign the documents in this folder. You accept the money, sign the nondisclosure, and disappear. You never claim her name again. You never approach her again. You never remind anyone that you once breathed the same air as the soon-to-be Mrs. Zheng.”

“You expect me to accept fifty thousand dollars in exchange for erasing five years of marriage?”

Zheng Fei rolled his eyes. “Did you hear that?” he said loudly to the guards. “He’s trying to negotiate the price of his worth.” He looked back at me. “Five years of what exactly? Using our electricity? Drinking our water? We practically housed a stray dog. But the dog would at least bark for its keep.”

He took a slow, satisfied breath. “Listen carefully. Lin Yue married you only because your grandmother’s jade pendant was required for her to receive the initial capital to fund this company. Ridiculous superstition, but it was in the will. She stayed with you long enough to fulfill the required time, stabilize the corporation, and secure a real investor.” He tapped his own chest. “Me. Now you are redundant. And we are giving you a payday to walk out quietly.”

“The pendant has nothing to do with it,” I said, but hearing it spoken aloud hit like a punch.

“It has everything to do with it,” Zheng Fei snapped. “Lin Yue is smart. She used you. She endured you because she needed you. That is ambition.” He held the envelope inches from my face. “Take the money. That is your worth. The transaction is complete.”

I didn’t touch it.

“You’re wrong,” I said quietly. “I’m not accepting anything from you. And I refuse to be bought off.”

His smile disappeared instantly. The shift was obvious. The crowd sensed it and leaned in.

“What did you say?” he demanded, his voice tightening.

“I said keep your money,” I replied. “If I were truly nothing, you wouldn’t be here trying to pay me off.”

“You are nothing,” Zheng Fei shouted, losing control. “A parasite. A leech. A fool Lin Yue should have kicked out years ago.” He snapped his fingers. “Security. Escort this vagrant out. Drag him if you have to.”

The two guards moved in immediately. As they approached, the jade pendant under my shirt began to heat, slowly at first, then suddenly with alarming intensity. It felt like it was burning my skin. The pain shot through my chest and into my mind.

System Activation Imminent.

Soul Integrity Critical.

The internal words weren’t spoken aloud, but they slammed through my consciousness like a siren. The world sharpened. The sound felt distant. Every movement in the lobby slowed down just enough for my mind to track each detail.

One of the guards grabbed my shoulder, heavy and forceful.

“Move,” he ordered.

“Let go,” I said softly.

He tightened his grip.

My elbow shot back on instinct, connecting with the center of his ribs. He stumbled back, gasping. Shock flashed across his face. People around us recoiled.

Zheng Fei stared at me like I had just grown another head.

“You just assaulted security,” he barked. “You are done.”

I straightened my jacket. “Tell Lin Yue two things,” I said. “One: I never needed her pity, and I definitely don’t need your money.” I picked up the envelope he’d dropped during the commotion. I tore it in half. Then in quarters. The small white pieces fell to the marble floor. “Two: I expect her signature on the divorce papers.”

I walked toward the exit without looking back.

My phone vibrated. I checked the screen.

Lin Yue:

I won’t sign until you confirm receipt of the funds. Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Jiang Hao. I filed the divorce papers today. Sign them and take the money. This is the last time I will contact you.

The message hit harder than anything Zheng Fei had said.

I stepped outside into the hot sunlight, moving quickly away from the glass doors. My chest felt tight, but not from fear. From something sharper. Colder.

I turned into a narrow alley beside the building, needing space to think, to breathe, to process the system activation still humming through my body.

Behind me, a black sedan detached itself from traffic and rolled into the alley. Its tinted windows were impossible to see through. It stopped twenty meters away.

I reached a chain-link fence at the dead end. The sedan stopped behind me. The door opened.

A man stepped out, tall, lean, wearing a tailored suit. His movements were precise. His expression was empty.

“Jiang Hao,” he said calmly. “Mr. Zheng is not pleased. We need to take some collateral to ensure your silence.”

I touched the jade pendant under my shirt. It throbbed with a low, steady pulse.

The man took a step closer.

“No,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Tell Zheng Fei and Lin Yue that the price of their transaction has gone up. This is my counter-offer.”

He scoffed. “There is no negotiation. You sign. Or you are—”

He moved. The jade pendant pulsed violently.

EXECUTE.

I moved.