The Underestimated Cripple Is A Miracle Doctor

CHAPTER 3

Jason walked out of the Robinson mansion and went straight to the driveway, looking directly at the people standing in front of him.

Just as he expected, Michael Norman was there. He stood in the center, wearing a dark suit that was probably only affordable to two persons in the world. Seven men stood beside him, behind them were three large cars. All of them looked serious, as if they were waiting for someone very important.

“There! He is here!” the man shouted with reverence, the moment he saw Jason Woods approaching.  “The Divine Finger is here!”

All heads turned instantly towards Jason.

Jason’s jaw tightened immediately as he felt a little embarrassed by the attention. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.

Michael, who had been looking at the ground until then, immediately lifted his head. Upon seeing Jason, his face lit up with awe. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and gave a sharp command.

“On your knees!” he ordered.

The seven men around him dropped to one knee at once, their heads bowed low to the ground in solemn worship.

“It is an honor to be in the presence of the Divine Finger!” they said in unison, their voices trembling.

Jason’s eyes widened, and he rushed forward a few steps, waving his hands urgently. “No! Shhh! Stop that… get up!” he said dismissively under his breath, scanning the estate in panic if anyone was watching them. “Are you out of your minds?”

His eyes darted toward the mansion’s windows. He knew Olivia and her family had left earlier, but Lawrence, the butler, was still somewhere inside. And if Lawrence saw this… if anyone saw this…

“Get up!” Jason ordered again, his voice becoming sharper. “Stand before someone sees you. I told you before, nobody in this country, especially not this family, can know who I am.”

But none of the men moved. They remained kneeling with their heads down as though they were before a god.

Michael slowly lifted his face. His eyes were glossy, like a man who had waited years to meet his savior.

“I won’t rise,” Michael said calmly, “not until the Divine Finger agrees to hear my plea.”

Jason let out a heavy sigh and dragged a hand down his face frustratingly. “Michael…”

He paused, then closed his eyes for a brief moment, wishing they could all disappear before he opened his eyes again.

“Fine,” he finally said with a resigned voice, knowing Michael had become too desperate to just turn and go back. “Just get up. I’ll listen to whatever brought you here this time.”

Michael exhaled deeply and stood up slowly, bowing slightly to Jason one more time before straightening up.

The other seven hesitated for a moment, unsure whether they should move. Jason gave them a nod.

“Get up,” he said again.

This time, they obeyed, rising to their feet, but still bowing slightly, as if they couldn't help it.

One of them stepped forward and opened the briefcases they had carried. One after another, they opened their briefcases, and inside real diamonds, bars of pure gold, wads of tightly packed cash, vintage wine bottles and many more.

Michael pointed toward the final case, the one at the center.

“This is only the beginning,” he said. “Inside this one… are ten black cards. Each one gives you unlimited access to funds in different parts of the world… Mid Country,  North Country, East Federation, the Pacific Island, and others other countries. Everything, every dime, is yours, Divine Finger.”

Jason didn’t even seem shocked or excited by the offer.

He simply stared at the cases, his eyes looking like he was bored. He had seen it all before, gifts from kings, queens, presidents, and billionaires. There was no excitement in his expression. There was also no greed or hunger. In fact, it looked like he wanted them to take it all back.

“I didn’t ask for this,” Jason said, rubbing his forehead tiredly.

“I know,” Michael said quickly, nodding. “But I brought it because I must. Because I owe you everything, and because I have no one else left to turn to.”

Jason sighed, lifting a hand. “Enough of the grand offerings. What do you want, Michael?”

Michael swallowed hard, his expression suddenly changing from reverence to desperation.

“It’s my wife,” he said with a tight voice. “She’s dying.”

Jason’s brows lifted slightly. “Dying?”

“Yes,” Michael said, taking a step closer. “She’s been sick for over a year now. I took her to the best hospitals in the North Country, then to the East, the West, the South… Every specialist, every researcher, even the top traditional medicine experts. No one could identify the exact condition. They said it… it might be some kind of ancient poison, something they’ve never seen before.”

Jason’s face grew more serious.

“They gave up,” Michael said bitterly. “They told me to prepare for her death in two days, but she’s the love of my life. I can’t lose her, not when I know there’s only one man on Earth who might have a chance to save her.”

Jason folded his arms, deep in thought.

“I had no intention of using my abilities here,” he said slowly. “I came to Mid Country to lie low, to disappear for a while. But you brought her here?”

Michael nodded instantly. “I flew her here with a private team. She’s in a medical chamber, parked just outside the estate compound. I made sure she wouldn’t be seen.”

Jason turned his head slightly, thinking for a moment as silence settled between them, then he looked at Michael and said, “I’ll help her.”

Michael’s knees almost gave way as he stared at Jason in disbelief, his mouth parting slightly before he managed to say, “You… you will help her?”

“Yes,” Jason replied without showing any emotion, “because you didn’t really leave me with much of a choice.”

Michael was so overwhelmed with relief that he almost dropped to his knees again, but just as he was about to move, Jason raised a hand and said, “Don’t kneel again, once was enough.”

Michael nodded quickly, then turned to his men and gestured toward the briefcases filled with wealth. “Then please, accept the gifts, they were all prepared for you.”

But Jason took a step back and shook his head as he replied calmly, “No, I don’t want them, none of these should be seen here, not even by accident, so take everything away before someone notices.”

Michael looked stunned by the refusal and tried again. “At least take the black cards, they’re untraceable and loaded with funds from multiple international banks, the wealth in them can…”

“I said no,” Jason interrupted, his tone sounded sharper, leaving no room for argument.

Michael hesitated for a moment, clearly struggling with the rejection, then lowered his voice as he asked, “If not the money, then is there anything else you want? Please just tell me what it is.”

Jason didn’t answer immediately as his eyes narrowed and slowly dropped to Michael’s right hand where a dull silver ring was worn, something about it caught his attention.

It was unimpressive to the average eye, but unmistakable to someone like Jason.

He had seen it in an ancient book in the archives of the monastery where his latent power was awakened in North Country.

Jason’s expression changed slightly, though his voice remained calm. “That ring… where did you get it?”

Michael looked down at his hand in confusion and asked, “This one?”

Jason nodded as his gaze stayed fixed. “Is it… the Ghost Ring?”

Michael raised his brows in surprise before asking, “You know about it?”

Jason took a slow step forward and repeated, “Where did you get it?”

Michael nodded and spoke slowly, as if remembering something important. “I got it back when I was in the military, during a mission deep in the forbidden mountains of the West Territory. We raided a temple that belonged to an old warlord, and I found the ring on a skeleton, an ancient corpse they believed had been there for hundreds of years. The moment I wore it, things changed. I felt stronger, sharper, and somehow... luckier.”

Jason’s eyes remained locked on the ring, completely focused, and after a pause, he said steadily, “That’s what I want, give me the ring.”

Without hesitation, Michael slid the ring off his finger and held it out with both hands, bowing his head slightly as he offered it with deep respect.

Jason stepped forward and took it slowly, his fingers closing around the cold metal, and the moment it touched his skin, a strange vibration moved through his bones, waking up something inside him.

He knew it was the Ghost Ring, there was no doubt. He felt energized.

Looking back at Michael, Jason said calmly, “You’ve just given me something far more valuable than money.”

Michael nodded right away, and a soft, grateful smile appeared on his tired face as he replied, “Anything for you, Divine Finger.”

Jason turned away slowly, the ring still resting firmly in his hand, and as he walked off, he said over his shoulder, “Take your men and move your convoy farther down the road, wait for my call. I’ll come to her tonight.”

Michael bowed again, his voice full of hope as he answered, “Thank you, Divine Finger… I’ll wait.”