The Sovereign Doctor's: Divine Healing System

Chapter 6: The first Retribution

“Jiang Hao. Former janitor. Currently unemployed.”

The silence that followed my answer was heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic beep of Elder Qin’s life support systems, which now pulsed with reassuring steadiness. My shirt was stained with dried blood, and my hand was still held by the most powerful man in A-City. I did not move, I did not flinch. I simply stood there, waiting for his verdict, the weight of the moment pressing down with an almost tangible intensity.

Elder Qin’s eyes, ancient yet piercing, narrowed slightly, examining me with the intensity of a man who had witnessed the rise and fall of empires. He ignored the frantic whispers of the medical staff, the choked, incoherent fury of Dr. Ma, and the absolute defeat written across Dr. Lin’s face. His gaze remained fixed entirely on me.

“Former janitor,” Elder Qin repeated, his voice still rasping but regaining resonance with each word. “And now the only person in this city with the competence to keep me alive. Luo Bing, you heard the young man. Unemployed. He has just saved a life that controls a tenth of A-City’s capital. What is the immediate cost of his unemployment?”

Luo Bing, standing rigidly upright, his composure flawless, stepped forward. The skepticism he had shown moments ago had vanished entirely, replaced by an acknowledgment of the undeniable truth in front of him. “Elder, his immediate needs are clear,” Luo Bing said, producing a small, encrypted tablet and scanning its contents with precise efficiency. “He requires protection, resources sufficient to fulfill the seven-day treatment protocol he stipulated, and a secured operational base. Additionally, he requires leverage against any parties who attempted to assassinate him, and by extension, leverage to safeguard you.”

Elder Qin nodded slowly, releasing my wrist. The sudden absence of his grasp left me with a fleeting awareness of vulnerability, but there was no time to dwell on it. The shift in authority was immediate, and I could feel the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders.

“I do not offer payment, Jiang Hao,” Elder Qin said, his voice now firm, gaining the full resonance of command once more. “I offer leverage. Luo Bing is now your Chief of Staff for the duration of my recovery. His resources, his contacts, his authority are yours. Use them to stabilize me, and use them to stabilize your life. What is your first priority? Who must be crushed to ensure your treatment proceeds without interference?”

I did not hesitate. My focus had not wavered since I had entered the VIP room. The target was clear in my mind: Zheng Fei, the man who had orchestrated my public humiliation and the private attempt on my life. The memory of the beating, the near-death panic, the suffocating sense of helplessness—it all stemmed from him and his collusion with Lin Yue. I spoke with controlled coldness, a precision honed through the System’s guidance and my own unrelenting determination.

“Zheng Fei,” I said. “He engineered my disgrace at Jade Health and then hired mercenaries to eliminate me. He is currently finalizing the East River Biotics acquisition as part of his consolidation strategy, a merger intended to solidify his dominance. I want it destroyed publicly, irreversibly. I want Ascendant Capital reduced to ashes before the market closes today.”

Luo Bing’s eyes widened slightly, registering the audacity and scale of the request. It was not merely a personal vendetta—it was a declaration of corporate war against a titan, and it carried consequences that would ripple across A-City’s financial ecosystem.

A wave of cold, methodical energy surged through my mind.

INNER VISION:

Mission Accepted: First Retribution.

Target: Zheng Fei / Ascendant Capital.

System Unlocked: Shadow Treasury - Level 1.

Initial Funds Disbursed: 50,000,000 Yuan (Non-transferable to personal accounts. Earmarked for System Operations and Strategic Investment).

The figure of fifty million Yuan was staggering, instantly eclipsing any severance or compensation I had ever been offered. It was not wealth for survival—it was capital for precise, calculated destruction.

“The funds are not the obstacle, Mr. Jiang,” Luo Bing said, his tone now fully respectful, acknowledging both the audacity and the genius in my plan. “Ascendant Capital is a fortress with layers of legal and financial protections. Orchestrating a financial assault of this magnitude usually requires weeks of planning. The East River merger will close in ninety minutes.”

“I do not need weeks. I need data,” I replied firmly, cutting through the stunned silence of the observers. “Zheng Fei is desperate, over-leveraged, and sloppy under pressure. He used the assets of Ascendant Capital as collateral for this merger, which requires concealment and deception. Luo Bing, I need a detailed thirty-minute rundown of Ascendant Capital’s private filings, specifically uncovering hidden liabilities linked to the East River deal. Their vulnerability is financial, not in market fluctuations.”

“You claim to know the weakness?” Luo Bing asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and caution, professionalism overriding shock.

“I know the weakness. I need proof. Retrieve encrypted data streams immediately. I want the attack executed within the hour. We will leverage the fifty million as collateral for a coordinated short-sell, and simultaneously release the evidence publicly. The market will collapse instantly.”

Luo Bing’s fingers flew across his encrypted tablet, issuing orders to a team of forensic accountants and financial operatives. In minutes, a silent, highly efficient operational chain was in motion. Elder Qin watched, a shadow of satisfaction passing across his expression.

Ninety minutes later, I was no longer in the VIP room. Luo Bing had orchestrated a quiet relocation to a secured penthouse suite—a temporary operational command center provided by the Qin family. I had changed into simple, functional attire, and I now oversaw final preparations for the financial counter-attack. Next door, the sterile room had begun Elder Qin’s seven-day treatment protocol, every parameter strictly monitored.

“Final check, Mr. Jiang,” Luo Bing said, his tone precise, his gaze moving rapidly across multiple screens tracking the global financial market. “Ascendant Capital’s stock is stable for now. The merger celebration is underway at the City Financial Tower. Our short-sell is prepped across seven shadow accounts using the fifty million Yuan as collateral. The evidence package is ready for simultaneous release to the SEC and all major financial networks.”

“Zheng Fei is celebrating,” I muttered, a sliver of satisfaction cutting through my operational focus.

“Yes,” Luo Bing said. “Lin Yue is reportedly at his side, celebrating your exclusion and the completion of the acquisition. The market closes in three minutes. When shall we strike?”

“We strike when the ink is drying,” I said, eyes fixed on the live stream of the celebration. Timing was everything.

City Financial Tower, Grand Ballroom.

The live feed displayed opulence. Zheng Fei, in a pristine white suit, stood on stage beside a massive banner proclaiming: ASCENDANT CAPITAL: THE FUTURE OF HEALTH. Lin Yue, radiant in red silk, accepted congratulations from hundreds of elites, every smile a taunt.

Zheng Fei raised a champagne glass, his voice booming:

“To Ascendant Capital! And to East River Biotics! This merger is not just a triumph; it is proof of vision! We have eliminated all obstacles!”

He leaned toward Lin Yue. “To my partner, Lin Yue, who chose brilliance over mediocrity!”

The crowd erupted. Their cheers reverberated across the ballroom.

My finger hovered over the execution button on the console Luo Bing had prepared.

“The deal is finalized?” I asked.

“Yes, sir. Signing confirmation is crossing the wire. Seventy-five seconds until the market closes.”

“Wait for the tone,” I commanded.

BEEP. Confirmation arrived. Zheng Fei’s triumph was sealed.

“Now,” I said. “Execute the short-sell and release the evidence. I want the impact immediate, irreversible, and devastating.”

“Executed,” Luo Bing confirmed. “Sell orders initiated. SEC documents released.”

Grand Ballroom.

Zheng Fei, oblivious, raised his glass again. Lin Yue’s triumphant smile radiated confidence.

Suddenly, the massive screen behind the stage flickered violently. A breaking news banner appeared: BREAKING: SEC INVESTIGATION INTO ASCENDANT CAPITAL. FRAUD IMMINENT.

Confusion rippled through the room. Zheng Fei froze, with disbelief on his face.

“What nonsense is this?” he demanded. “Shut it down immediately!”

But the screen now broadcasted live financial news. The anchor’s voice cut through the room.

“…an unprecedented coordinated short-sell attack on Ascendant Capital, accompanied by verified financial disclosures revealing illegal leveraged debt and asset misclassification.”

The stock ticker turned crimson and plunged.

“No! Impossible!” Zheng Fei shouted, running toward security.

Lin Yue stared at the screen, her triumphant expression replaced by terror. “The collateral… Ascendant’s assets… the deal is voided!”

The anchor concluded:

“Sources indicate the orchestrator of this attack is Kai Chen, formerly a janitor. Reports confirm he engineered the coordinated short-sell and leaked the critical evidence that destroyed Ascendant Capital’s market position.”

The room erupted in chaos, Zheng Fei and Lin Yue frozen, staring at the screens as their empire collapsed in real-time.