2024-03-23 23:23:49Calvin took a long breath, trying to contain his emotions. Alana was indeed very beautiful and attractive, but she was very harsh towards him, probably because he was only her contract husband.
Calvin looked around, the sterile and cold hospital corridor did not convey the warmth he needed right now.
He felt alone, estranged from his previous life in his homeland of Barrion.
Since the war broke out between Barrion and its neighboring country, Han Xin, Calvin, and his sister fled to Hudden for a new life.
Calvin's family background and past glory were now nothing but ruins almost without a trace. Therefore, according to Calvin, whoever he and his family used to be, all of that was no longer important.
He reached into his jacket and retrieved a golden amulet.
It was his family heirloom, the most precious possession he owned.
Before his mother passed away, she entrusted the heirloom to Calvin with a solemn request to keep it safe.
Calvin stared at the golden amulet, taking a deep breath, as he contemplated whether selling it could save Lizzie.
However, he was reminded of his parents' message to always cherish it and never give it away.
Unbeknownst to Calvin, Lizzie wasn't asleep. Although her eyes were tightly shut, and her breathing sounded calm, she was still aware of her brother's presence around her.
Taking advantage of the moment when Calvin left, Lizzie carefully observed every step her brother took.
With a pounding heart, Lizzie lifted her IV pole and slowly walked towards the door. Each step was taken carefully to avoid making any suspicious noises. She pressed her ear against the door, trying to listen clearly to everything Calvin said over the phone.
Calvin's voice sounded faint but could be heard in Lizzie's ears. She listened attentively, her heart racing as she heard Calvin's plea to Alana.
Although Lizzie understood that Calvin was doing his best for her, she felt sad and guilty for causing her brother to be trapped in a difficult situation.
Every word from Calvin pierced Lizzie's heart, making her feel even more guilty for not being able to help her brother financially.
In the darkness of the quiet room, Lizzie felt alone with her worries and guilt. With a heavy heart, Lizzie returned to her bed after Calvin finished his phone call.
She lay down with a mind full of despair.
Calvin entered Lizzie's hospital room with a heavy heart. He saw his sister sleeping soundly in bed, her face calm despite her weakened body due to illness.
Calvin felt moved by his sister's condition but also felt anxious because he hadn't succeeded in getting the money for Lizzie's surgery.
Sitting on the sofa next to Lizzie's hospital bed, Calvin pondered over all the possibilities. His mind kept spinning, searching for a way out of this difficult situation. He felt trapped between despair and the burning determination to save his sister. With that thought, he fell asleep.
Calvin woke up in the morning to the sound of Lizzie's painful groans coming from her bed. Quickly, he got up from the sofa and approached his sister's hospital bed with concern.
"Lizzie, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Calvin asked in a panicked voice, trying to find out what was causing his sister's groans of pain.
Lizzie couldn't answer clearly due to the pain she felt. Her face was pale and cold sweat dripped from her forehead. She could only groan and hold her stomach, which felt painful.
"Calvin... It hurts so much..." murmured Lizzie with a voice strained by the unbearable pain.
"I'll find a nurse," said Calvin.
Without hesitation, Calvin quickly ran to the corridor to seek help from the nurses or caregivers on duty. However, when he found them and asked for help, the response he received made him even more panicked.
"Please, my sister is in a lot of pain in there! You have to help us!" Calvin exclaimed to one of the nurses with a panicked tone.
However, the nurse just shook her head casually. "Sorry, we're all very busy right now. You'll have to wait until we have time to respond, by the way, have you paid yet?" she replied indifferently, as if Lizzie's pain wasn't an urgent priority.
Lizzie groaned in pain again, trying to endure the unbearable suffering. She took a deep breath, trying to alleviate the pain that was engulfing her body. With great effort, she tried to call Calvin and give him instructions.
"Calvin... It's no use calling the nurse... In the drawer... There are pain-killers... Please get it for me..." Lizzie's words were interrupted by the unbearable pain.
Without hesitation, Calvin rushed to the drawer in the corner of the room and took the pain medication Lizzie had mentioned.
He then quickly approached his sister and gave her the medicine. In an instant, Lizzie swallowed the medicine, hoping it would alleviate the pain ravaging her body.
Both of them fell silent in tension and suffering, hoping that the medication would soon make Lizzie feel better.
However, behind the silence of the dark hospital room, they felt isolated and helpless in facing the haunting suffering.
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The Legacy of a Mortal God
The world eventually quieted down.Months had passed since the bloodshed that once tore cities apart. The chaos that had claimed so many lives finally faded into a distant, painful memory. People began rebuilding, though scars remained—on their streets, in their minds, and within their hearts.But far from the ruins and noise, tucked behind the misty cliffs of an unmarked country, a hospital stood as a symbol of peace.A sanctuary.The private hospital gifted to Calvin Hudson by the cartel had transformed beyond what anyone could have imagined. Now called Sanctuary of the Living, it was a place of healing—for the poor, the broken, even for enemies. Criminals, refugees, even soldiers from warring factions had walked through its doors. No one was turned away. All were treated.Not because Calvin sought to be a hero. But because he had chosen to be human.A plaque outside the entrance read:"A healer does not jud
Born in the Midst of Fire and Steel
It was not a day for peace.That morning, Calvin was summoned personally by the cartel boss. There was no room for confusion in the man’s voice—only steel and urgency.“Ride with me,” the boss ordered. “Stay in the mobile unit. If things go south, you’re our last line of survival.”Without hesitation, Calvin complied. He packed his equipment, activated the system’s portable diagnostic modules, and climbed into the armored vehicle. The air was thick with tension, almost metallic, as though the world itself held its breath for what was about to unfold.A rival cartel had crossed the border.This wasn’t a mere scuffle between street gangs. It was an organized invasion, brutal and calculated, meant to topple the empire Calvin now served as its chief medic. The dangerous nation's cartel was feared across borders, their influence reaching into the highest corridors of power. But today, they were under
A Shield in the Shadows
They had waited for what felt like forever. The room was silent except for the occasional beep from the monitoring devices. Calvin stood still, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the system display that projected the patients’ vital signs. He had commanded the system to track every minute fluctuation—no anomaly was to be missed.And finally, after hours of tense waiting, the system let out a soft chime.Ding![Alert: Patient neurological response activity detected. Signs of consciousness imminent.]A small smile crept onto Calvin’s lips. He turned to the cartel boss and said calmly, “They’re waking up.”The man stiffened. “What?”“They’re regaining consciousness,” Calvin repeated, this time with unmistakable joy.Without a second thought, the cartel boss pushed past his guards and stepped closer to the pair of patients lying unconscious just minutes ago. His heart pounded
The Hidden Room
What had started as a lie was quickly unraveling into a strange truth.Hugo had only fabricated the story about Calvin needing to save someone—just to satisfy the cartel boss’s demands and convince Calvin to leave. But as their convoy pulled into the heart of the cartel’s stronghold, Hugo realized with a creeping sense of unease that the boss’s insistence on bringing Calvin had not been a bluff.Not at all.Calvin, Christina, and Hugo were immediately separated from the rest of the crew and led through a long corridor, far beneath the central estate. The guards remained silent, their expressions grave. Surveillance cameras tracked every step. The deeper they went, the colder the air became, and the more Hugo noticed how even high-ranking members of the cartel were forbidden to follow.“This way,” the boss said grimly, taking the lead.They arrived at a heavy steel door hidden behind what looked like a plain wall
Echoes and Ultimatums
Hugo sat alone in a dimly lit bar, the air thick with smoke and bitterness. The flickering television above the counter droned on with urgent tones, and all eyes were on the screen.Footage of Calvin—bloodied, exhausted, hunched beside burnt debris—played over and over again like a cruel loop. Sirens wailed in the background, medics rushed through smoke, and Calvin’s white coat was stained with soot and blood. His face looked haunted.“From a hero… to a disgrace,” the news anchor declared, their tone drenched in drama.Gasps, scoffs, and curses erupted from the patrons.“Serves him right,” one muttered. “So much for the golden doctor.”“Overhyped, if you ask me,” another said, slamming his glass on the counter. “Couldn’t even keep his clinic from burning down.”A man near the door hurled a beer bottle at the screen. It shattered on impact, drawing laug
The Man at the Balcony
The days that followed the fire were a blur of funerals, tears, and headlines soaked with outrage.Calvin took responsibility for everything.He paid for every funeral. For the coffins, for the flowers, for the burial rites. He ensured every grieving family received not only condolences but support—monthly stipends, medical coverage, and in the case of parents who perished, full educational funding for their children until college. No media outlet reported it. Calvin never held a press conference. He didn’t want applause.He wanted to grieve.But the world wouldn’t let him do it in peace.Online forums, social media feeds, news anchors—all began calling him a “fallen hero,” a “disgraced doctor,” and for some, “a murderer in a white coat.”"Why didn't he protect them if he had powers?""Why was the clinic so easy to burn?""Was this all a setup? Did Calvin stage this?"<
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