The Underestimated Cripple Is A Miracle Doctor

CHAPTER 8

The next morning, Jason sat quietly in his room, already knowing what was coming. Around nine, he heard a car horn outside and didn’t need to look. He knew it was Samuel Tennyson. From the window, he saw Samuel step out of his expensive car, dressed neatly and smiling like he owned everything.

A few minutes later, Olivia came out. Her hair and dress showed she had taken her time to prepare. She walked straight to Samuel and gave him a bright smile, one Jason had never seen directed at him. Jason stayed calm on the outside, but inside he was burning. He watched silently as she got into Samuel’s car, laughed at something he said, and then they drove away.

A few minutes later, Lawrence entered Jason’s room quietly. He bowed slightly. “Master Jason, the car is ready.”

Jason nodded. “Let’s go.”

Lawrence helped him out. Just as they stepped out of the Robinson compound, a black car waited outside. Michael Norman himself sat in the driver’s seat. When he saw Jason, he quickly stepped out, walked around the car, and opened the door respectfully.

“Divine Finger,” Michael greeted with his head slightly bowed. “Please, get in. I will drive you myself.”

Jason got in without saying much. Lawrence stood by, waiting for orders. Jason only gave him a small nod, a signal to go back inside. Then the door shut, and the car drove off.

The ride was quiet, but Michael kept glancing at Jason through the mirror. He wanted to speak but hesitated. Finally, he asked, “Why do you still insist on using a wheelchair, Master Jason? You can walk perfectly fine. If people see you like this, they will never believe who you really are.”

Jason looked out the window, his voice calm and low. “That is exactly why I’m using it. For now, I need to stay low. My name has already begun to spread, and it can attract danger. I want to stay hidden until the right time.” He paused for a moment before continuing, his eyes were cold. “And besides… I want to give Olivia a chance. I want to see if she can ever love me for who I am, not for my name, not for my power.”

Michael listened silently, understanding his aim.

As they approached the Executive House, Jason’s eyes fell on a familiar car parked near the gates. He immediately recognized it.  It was Samuel Tennyson’s car. A small scoff escaped Jason’s lips. “So he’s already here.”

Michael noticed. “Yes, it seems Samuel Tennyson has already entered. But don’t worry, I got information that him and your wife are out the special table the president prepared to welcome them, along with the so-called Divine Finger. They haven’t arrived at the clinic yet. Your place is already secured.”

When they reached the gate, the guards immediately recognized Michael Norman. They saluted and waved him through. But one of the security men stepped forward and said politely, “Sir, the car cannot go in. For security reasons, only authorized persons may walk inside. Cars must stay outside.”

Michael nodded, ready to argue on Jason’s behalf, but Jason raised a hand to stop him. He looked calm. “It’s fine. I’ll go in as I am.”

Jason turned to one of Michael’s men in the back seat. “Get the wheelchair and take me inside.”

Michael frowned. “Master Jason, are you sure? It will make them look down on you even more.”

Jason’s eyes were cold as he spoke. “Let them look down. It is not their opinion that matters. Do as I say.”

Michael could only nod. He turned to his man. “Do exactly as Master Jason says. Do not make mistakes.”

The man quickly brought out the wheelchair. Jason sat down quietly, his face was extraordinarily calm. Then he was wheeled past the gates into the compound of the president’s villa.

The villa was grand and heavily guarded. Soldiers stood at every corner, but once they saw the man from Michael’s side, they did not stop him. They knew Michael Norman’s name carried weight.

As they saw the medical wing of the villa, they moved deeper until they reached the clinic inside the villa. There, in the hallway, Jason saw a man pacing back and forth in deep worry. His face was pale and his eyes were restless. This man was none other than the president himself. His guards stood nearby, but even they looked uncomfortable seeing their leader in such distress.

Beside him stood a middle-aged doctor in a white coat. The man spoke softly, trying to calm the president.

“Sir, I think it is time to let go,” the doctor said carefully. “We have tried everything. Every treatment known to modern medicine, every surgery, every therapy. Nothing has worked. I am afraid it may be time to accept reality. Your daughter’s condition is beyond saving.”

The president stopped pacing and turned sharply, his voice filled with anger. “Don’t you dare say that! Don’t you dare ask me to give up on my daughter. She is all I have left. You are supposed to be the best doctor in this country, the one I trusted most. And now you are telling me to give up? No! I will not accept that.”

The doctor sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Mr. President, I am the best doctor in this country. That is not my claim, it is a fact recognized by the board of hospitals. I hold the medal of Ultimate Doctor. No one else even comes close to my knowledge. If I cannot help her, then no one can.”

The president clenched his fists. “That is why I hired you! Because you are the best. But don’t you dare tell me my daughter is beyond saving. You must find another way.”

The doctor shook his head sadly. “Sir, I am sorry. Her organs are failing. Aside from the paralysis, her body is shutting down. She may not survive beyond five hours.”

The president’s face darkened with pain. His lips trembled as he tried to hold back his emotions. His guards looked away, unable to watch their leader suffer.

Jason, who had been listening quietly, spoke at last. He leaned slightly forward and said to Michael’s man, “Take me closer.”

The man obeyed, wheeling Jason toward the president.

When they reached him, Jason spoke calmly. “Mr. President. I am the one Michael told you about. I am the man who can heal your daughter.”

The president turned quickly, his eyes landing on Jason. At first, he looked confused, but then his expression turned into pure irritation. He looked Jason up and down, seeing only a man in a wheelchair, crippled.

“Are you joking with me right now?” the president snapped angrily. “This is the man Michael told me about? This cripple?” He slapped his forehead in frustration. “I should have known. I should have known not to get my hopes up.”

He waved his hand angrily. “Get him out of my sight. I don’t have time for jokes when my daughter’s life is on the line.”

The doctor standing beside the president smirked and folded his arms. His voice was full of mockery. “This is unbelievable. A cripple in a wheelchair who doesn’t even have a medical license claims he can heal paralysis? Heal her organs? Hah! Why doesn’t he try to heal his crippled legs first before talking nonsense?”

Several guards laughed quietly, shaking their heads at Jason..