The Ultimate Dominance

Chapter 4

The laughter was deafening. Cain’s declaration had hit the Hart estate like a stone thrown into a still pond, and the ripples of disbelief were crashing against every marble wall.

Dr Sel's chest popped. "Such audacity."

"Daring to even say the words out."

“Do you even understand the complexity of this man’s condition? The intricacies of his vital systems? The decades of knowledge you lack?”

Margaret Hart, Aria’s younger sister, flung her hands in the air, exasperated. “Confidence? Hah! Look at him! He doesn’t even know what a pulse feels like! My father would be dead before he could even pronounce the name of a heart valve.”

Servants and advisors whispered among themselves, shaking their heads. A poor man, wandering into the Hart estate, daring to claim he could heal the patriarch even as a medicine seller? Preposterous. And yet… there he stood, calm, almost bored.

Cain’s voice cut through the room, steady and composed. “Confidence is worth more than certificates. No one here has the courage to act, except me. And yes, he will die within an hour if I’m not allowed to try.”

"So whether I can treat him or not, the end results would still be the same! So why don't I give it a try?" He wasn't staring at anyone else in the room apart from Aria who paused to stare at him, hands slightly shaky while keeping calm.

She could not afford to lose her grandfather at this time, especially with the brewing trade wars and her daring love for him.

The room erupted again. Snickers, mutters, and outright laughter bounced off the high ceilings.

Dr. Selwyn’s lips twisted. “You speak like a child with delusions of grandeur. Years of study, skill, and experience reduced to… a street rat’s arrogance. You don’t even have the credentials to enter a hospital, let alone make decisions here.”

Cain tilted his head slightly, eyes scanning the room. Calm. Observing. Waiting. He made no move, said no more, letting their disbelief fester.

At that moment, the subtle authority in the room shifted. Aria Hart stepped forward, her presence commanding in its quiet elegance. Every pair of eyes turned toward her.

“He’s right,” she said softly, yet with a firmness that cut through the chaos. “We have no other choice.”

Margaret’s face turned pale with outrage. “No! I will not allow some street—”

Aria’s eyes, sharp as a blade, silenced her instantly. “It’s either this, or he dies. There is no third option.”

The room fell silent. Cain simply nodded, acknowledging her words.

Dr. Selwyn’s scowl deepened. He could not allow such a man to touch his patient without proving his incompetence first. “Very well,” he said, his voice cold. “If you are as capable as you claim, you will pass a test. One that no ordinary street man could possibly complete.”

He turned to Aria.

"At least we should be sure in whose hands we're putting your grandfather's?"

Aria hesitated and then nodded. They were right that way and she could only hope that he passed the test.

He moved to a nearby table and picked up a photograph. A patient—but not Ezekiel Hart. Someone entirely different, lying in a hospital bed. Vials, tubes, and monitors surrounded them.

“This,” Dr. Selwyn said, holding the picture high for all to see, “is your test. You must diagnose the condition of this patient—without touching them, without additional information. You must identify the failing system and prescribe the exact remedy from the options provided.”

A murmur rippled through the room.

Aria's voice dripped with sudden shocks. “Impossible. Even the best-trained physicians could not do this. And this… this man thinks he can?”

Liora Vale, Aria’s companion, leaned slightly forward, lips curling into a faint, amused smirk. “Curious… I’d pay to see how this plays out.”

Dr. Selwyn continued, his gaze icy. “You have fifteen minutes. Fail, and you leave. Success is your only ticket to treating Ezekiel Hart.”

Cain took the photograph, his dark eyes scanning every detail. Lines of distress on the patient’s face, slight discolorations, a faint tremor in the hand—details invisible to anyone untrained, unnoticed by even the most observant novice.

Margaret scoffed. “Look at him. He doesn’t even know where to start. I can’t believe Aria even considered this.”

Aria stared blankly.

The room seemed to shrink around Cain. Whispered bets, hopeful murmurs, and outright derision filled the air. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. To them, he was a poor, desperate man, clueless, and out of his depth.

Cain’s lips curved ever so casually like he wasn't putting any effort.

Because he wasn't.

“The patient’s failing liver is causing a cascade of complications. Secondary effects have triggered renal stress, but it’s reversible—if treated correctly. And from the remedies you’ve listed, only one combination will stabilize them without additional intervention.”

The room froze. Whispers died.

They knew this person, she's Ezekiel's wife and she died a week ago and that was the exact diagnosis that had been given. Ripples of shocks ran through the hall and lips parted.