The Ultimate Doctor V’s Revenge

6. Untouchable

The convoy went through the huge prestigious gates of his uncle’s estate.

The limousine stopped and his door was opened by his personal chauffeur.

Vincent stepped out.

Men stood in two perfect lines, wearing black suits. Their hands were folded behind them. He walked on the large carpet that they laid out for him, not wanting him to walk on the floor.

“Welcome, Young Master,” they chorused in greeting.

Those words sent a thrill through him. Finally, he was back where he belonged.

Young Master.

For a heartbeat, his chest tightened. He'd suffered for six years in Jiade College, pretending to be poor and enduring everything for Leena to love him for who he was and not his money.

His uncle wanted him to inherit his companies and hospitals the moment he turned 18 but he told his uncle to wait. He wanted to get a medical degree first in college and if possible, find a wife.

He got the degree but not the wife.

Well, it didn't matter now because he was back to reclaim everything.

He lifted his chin and walked forward. Servants bowed as he passed. Some had known him as a child, had watched him grow taller, quieter, sharper.

His personal butler appeared at his side. “Welcome, Young Master,” he said softly, eyes flicking to Vincent’s face. “You look… troubled.”

“Where is my uncle?” Vincent asked in a calm voice.

“The Sixth Floor,” the butler replied. “In his sanctuary.”

Vincent nodded and headed for the elevator. The doors slid open without a sound, and the butler followed him inside.

The ascent felt endless. Vincent stared at the changing numbers, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides.

“Young Master,” the butler ventured carefully. “What happened?”

Vincent’s reflection stared back at him in the mirrored walls. For a moment, he saw the boy who had been dragged across marble floors and thrown out like garbage.

“I’m going to crush all the people that did this to me,” he said quietly. “Every last one.”

The elevator chimed.

The doors opened onto the sixth floor and he got out alone whike the butler stayed behind. The corridor was lined with talismans and seals etched into the walls.

The sanctuary doors opened before he could knock.

“You’re finally here,” a voice said.

His uncle, Gaius Li stood within the circle of candles, his long robe brushing the stone floor. Books floated midair behind him, pages turning on their own. Symbols burned faintly on the ground at his feet.

“Yes,” Vincent replied. “I’m ready.”

Gaius studied him in silence. “Ready for what?”

“To take over,” Vincent said. “The companies. The hospitals. Everything.” His voice didn’t shake. “I’m done being stepped on.”

A smile ghosted across Gaius’ face. “Why the sudden change of heart, hmm? You were so determined to live like an ordinary boy.”

Vincent let out a harsh laugh.

“I’m done with that. Now I'm ready to make them pay.”

He told Gaius everything. The bullying. The way wealth decided someone's worth at Jiade College. Leena’s betrayal and the laughter. The people that dragging him across the floor and mocked him.

Gaius listened without interrupting, eyes darkening with every word.

“Even after all the money you donated to that school, they still did all that to you?” Gaius said quietly at last.

Vincent’s lips curved, humorless. “They don’t know I’m Young Master Vee.”

A heavy silence stretched between them.

“You hid yourself so a girl would love you without your wealth,” Gaius said. “And now what?”

“And now I see how foolish that was,” Vincent replied. “They respect power. So I’ll become untouchable.”

Gaius stepped closer. “You want the hospitals.”

“Yes.”

“And the title?”

Vincent met his gaze. “Ultimate Healer.”

The candles flared.

Gaius turned, reaching for a pedestal draped in black silk. With reverent care, he unveiled a small vial. The liquid inside shimmered. It was silver threaded with gold.

“This elixir,” Gaius said, “has turned people into gods. It will sharpen your body beyond human limits. Your mind will see what others miss. Your hands will never tremble.” His gaze bored into Vincent’s. “But it will also magnify the knowledge and strength that already lives inside you.”

Vincent thought of the boy on the floor, milk soaking into his clothes, laughter raining down on him.

He never wanted to be him again.

“Good,” he said.

Gaius held the vial out. “Once you drink this, there is no going back.”

Vincent took it. He didn’t hesitate. He raised it and drank.

Fire exploded down his throat.

His knees buckled as pain tore through him, white-hot pain. His heartbeat thundered, each pulse echoing in his skull.

He gasped, collapsing to the floor as visions slammed into him. Then he screamed in agony as his body rewrote itself cell by cell. His senses sharpened until he could hear the crackle of candles, smell the iron in his own blood, feel the stone beneath him as if it were part of him.

Then—silence.

Vincent lay still, chest rising slowly.

When he opened his eyes, he could see clearer.

He felt the power thrumming his veins.

Gaius watched him with something like pride. “Welcome,” he said, “Doctor V.”

Vincent smiled for the first time that night.