The Ultimate Doctor V’s Revenge

11. Doctor V is unavailable

The next morning, Vincent finished his hospital rounds earlier than usual. The surgeries had gone smoothly. Too smoothly.

Whenever that happened, something always followed.

His phone vibrated on the desk behind him.

Once.

Twice.

Then again.

He walked back to the desk and looked down at the screen.

Leena.

What did she want from him now?

Another vibration.

A message preview appeared.

Vincent, please… I need to talk to you.

He stared at it without opening it. His fingers hovered over the screen, then pulled back.

Six months ago, he would have answered before the phone finished vibrating. Six months ago, her messages had been the center of his world. He would have dropped everything—sleep, pride, dignity—just to hear her voice.

Now, he locked the screen and placed the phone face down.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Vincent said.

“A woman named Leena Zhou has been calling the hospital, saying she wants to speak to you,” Sian added. “She also called my office. She’s sounded desperate.”

Vincent moved to sit behind his desk. He folded his hands neatly, his face unreadable.

“What does she want?” he asked, though he already knew.

Jian hesitated. “Her mother collapsed this morning. Her sister’s condition has worsened.”

Something cold slid down Vincent’s spine.

He had known this day would come.

Jian watched his face closely. “She knows who you are,” she said. “She knows that you are Doctor V.”

It took her long enough to figure that out. He was sure that when the governor called him and gave him a grand welcome at his ball, it made Leena regret ever treating him the way she did.

But it was too late now.

His phone vibrated again. This time, he picked it up.

The messages poured in the moment he unlocked it.

I’m sorry.

I made a mistake.

I broke up with Xian Meng.

Please, Vincent.

My mom collapsed this morning. Mira is getting worse.

I know you can help. I know you’re the only one who can.

His thumb hovered over the screen. He read every word slowly, carefully, like a doctor reading test results.

He felt no rush of satisfaction. No triumph.

Just a dull ache where something softer used to be.

“Tell her I’m not available,” Vincent said quietly.

Jian looked at him. “Sir—”

“Tell her I’m busy,” he repeated. “Tell her to wait.”

Jian nodded, though something uneasy flickered across his face. “And if she comes here herself?”

Vincent’s eyes lifted to meet hers. “Let her come. I know she will.”

—

Leena sat in her car outside the hospital long after Jian’s message came through.

Doctor V is unavailable.

That was all it said.

Her hands shook as she dropped the phone into her lap. The hospital building loomed ahead of her—cold, tall, impossible. People moved in and out freely, but she felt locked out of the one door that mattered.

She pressed her forehead against the steering wheel.

She had never imagined herself begging Vincent.

Not like this.

She remembered the way she had laughed with her friends. The way she had looked at him like he was nothing at the graduation ceremony. She remembered choosing comfort over loyalty, money over love, pride over kindness.

Now her mother lay unconscious on a hospital bed.

Now Mira cried in pain every night.

And the man she had thrown away was the only one who could save them.

She wiped her tears and stepped out of the car.

If he wouldn’t come to her, she would go to him.

—

The next morning, Vincent was reviewing patient scans when Jian entered again, his steps quicker this time.

“She’s here,” Jian said.

Vincent didn’t look up. “I said I was busy.”

“She’s been here since dawn,” he replied. “She won’t leave.”

Vincent paused the screen. His fingers rested on the desk.

His lips curled in cruel satisfaction

“Let her in,” he said.

—

Leena’s heart hammered when a nurse finally called her name.

She followed the long hallway, her steps unsteady. Every part of this place felt unfamiliar, intimidating. This wasn’t the small hospital she knew. This was power made into concrete and glass.

The office door opened.

She stepped inside.

The room was large and quiet. Clean lines. Dark wood. Nothing personal. Behind the desk sat Vincent.

Not the Vincent she remembered.

This Vincent wore calm like armor. His eyes were cold, sharp, distant.

“Sit,” he said, not looking at her.

Leena’s knees almost buckled as she did.

“I hear you need help,” Vincent said flatly.

Her voice broke immediately. “My mom collapsed. Mira’s kidneys are failing faster. The doctors say—”

“I know what the doctors say,” Vincent cut in. “I’ve read their reports.”

She froze. “You… you have?”

“I know more about your family’s condition than you think,” he continued. “I always have.”

Tears streamed down her face. “Then please,” she whispered. “I know I don’t deserve it. But please.”

Vincent leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

“You didn’t deserve me back then either,” he said quietly.

The words hit harder than shouting ever could.

She sobbed openly now. “I was stupid. I was scared. I thought money would protect me. I didn’t know—”

"It's too late!" he interrupted harshly.

"These hands will never treat any member of your family!" he barked, feeling the satisfaction of watching her crumble.

"Please Vincent... I'll do anything..." She begged but he ignored her.

He grabbed his phone and called Jian.

"Come right now!" he ordered over the line and Jian appeared in his office in a minute.

"Take her out of my sight!" he barked harshly

Jian hesitated, obviously confused.

"Now!" he barked and Jian immediately grabbed Leena who continued begging but he just stared at her coldly, her cries falling on deaf ears.

The boy she once called a broke trash now had the power to save her family and he was going to make her beg for it.