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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety
Damien had barely begun to unwind when the sound of aggressive knocking on his door shattered the silence. He glanced toward the door, his irritation mounting. Who could it be this time? he thought, rising from his chair reluctantly. As he opened the door, he was met with the familiar but unwelcome sight of his cousin Megan and her mother. Both wore smug, self-assured expressions that immediately set his nerves on edge.“Good evening,” Megan said, her tone dripping with false politeness as she brushed past him without waiting for an invitation.Immediately her mother followed suit, clutching a folder as though it contained the key to her victory.Seeing Megan and her mother entering the house without being invited.Damien's irritation grows even more.He couldn't believe the day he was having, from Jessica to Landon now Megan.However he closed the door slowly, his gaze steady. “To what do I owe this…surprise visit?”Hearing what Damien just said.Megan’s mother wasted no time,
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety One
The sound of Sophia’s car engine echoed in the quiet street as she approached Damien’s villa, her polished vehicle gliding to a stop at the front gate.Without wasting any time she adjusted her rearview mirror, catching her own reflection for a moment. Her usually confident demeanor faltered slightly as she smoothed the crease of her dress, a subtle sign of the nerves she rarely let show.However tonight wasn’t just about the auction—it was about bridging the growing gap she felt between herself and Damien. The event provided the perfect excuse to have some time with Damien again.Immediately she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking softly against the pavement as she approached the door. The villa loomed before her, grand yet imposing, much like its owner. Sophia took a deep breath and rang the bell, her hand steady despite the storm of thoughts in her mind. She hoped he wouldn't decline her invitation entirely.Knowing how Straightforward he can be.At that moment the door o
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Two
However the harmony of the event didn’t last long. Amidst the soft clinking of glasses and murmured conversations, Elvis’s sharp gaze settled on Damien, standing unobtrusively beside Sophia. Immediately a smirk tugged at the corner of Elvis’s lips as he approached, his steps deliberate, his presence commanding attention.“Well, well,” Elvis began, his tone loud enough to draw nearby attendees’ attention. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” His eyes raked over Damien with undisguised disdain. “Isn’t this event a bit out of your league? Or are you here to take notes on how real professionals conduct themselves?”Upon hearing what Elvis just said.Damien turned slightly, his calm expression unfaltering. He met Elvis’s glare with a level gaze, his silence unnerving in its confidence. However Sophia, sensing the tension, stepped closer to Damien, her expression tight with disapproval.“Dr.Elvis,” she said firmly, “this is neither the time nor the place for such remarks. Dr. Damien is my gu
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Three
Outside the opulent setting of the five-star hotel, Master George and Elvis settled into the grand private lounge reserved for their meeting. The room, adorned with crystal chandeliers and velvet furnishings, was a fitting backdrop for the gravity of the occasion. However Master George’s expression remained calm, but there was a glimmer of urgency in his eyes. The condition of his grandson's worsening condition had left even a master like him feeling helpless—a rare and humbling experience he never thought he would see himself in.However he knew help would soon come if anyone can help it has to be the miracle healer.However Elvis, on the other hand, was a mix of anticipation and unease. He couldn’t sit still, his hands occasionally adjusting his tie or smoothing his jacket. Without being told he knew the importance of the meeting it helped monumental importance for him. He has been hoping he would get an opportunity like this to meet the Legendary miracle healer, and now the hea
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Four
He had seen many skilled practitioners at work, but this was different, it was something he had never seen before. Damien’s methods were seamless, almost effortless, yet carried an undeniable authority that surpassed anything Elvis had ever encountered. Every action Damien took seemed to carry a weight of certainty, as though he already knew the outcome before beginning treatment.At that moment Master George leaned forward, his usually composed demeanor giving way to visible amazement. As the session progressed, his grandson’s condition stabilized, the boy’s breathing evening out and his complexion gaining a faint, healthier hue.Once Damien finished, he stepped back, his expression calm and unreadable. “The condition is under control for now. With proper care and adherence to my instructions, he will recover fully.”Upon hearing what Damien just said Master George rose, his eyes filled with a rare mix of respect and gratitude. “Your mastery is beyond anything I’ve witnessed in my
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Five
After Damien had finished with master George grandson and also Elvis.He went home to get a proper rest.The next morning, Damien stepped out onto his villa’s front porch, intending to enjoy the crisp air and a moment of quiet.However Instead of the quiet morning he was expecting to get, he was met with the sight of over a dozen people gathered in front of his gate, their voices loud and accusatory. All of them were waving documents in the air, shouting about debts and payments. At that moment Seeing Damien the ringleader, a stocky man with an unshaven face and a smug grin, immediately stepped forward.“Come down here immediately, You owe us! And you still have the guts to stay up there gazing at us,” he barked, his voice grating. “Your father left behind a mess of debts, and it’s about time someone took responsibility.”Hearing what he just said the group behind him jeered, their taunts echoing down the street.“Living in a place like this and acting like royalty while your fami
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Six
At that moment the sound of engines revving cut through the heated exchange, and Immediately all heads turned toward the approaching vehicles. tension clouded the air as a convoy of off-road vehicles roared down the street, coming to a sudden stop in front of Damien’s villa. without wasting anymore time the doors swung open, and armed men stepped out in unison, their presence commanding and intimidating. They moved with precision, their expressions unreadable as they took position, forming an unyielding line.Upon seeing what just happened. The debt collectors faltered for a brief moment, their bravado momentarily shaken. At that moment their leader, however, quickly regained his composure and scoffed loudly. “What’s this? Your backup?” he sneered, addressing Damien. “You think bringing in a bunch of goons will scare us? It’s almost laughable.”However, seeing the gangs and the position in which they took. The rest of the group chuckled nervously, But their confidence bolstered by
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Seven
Hearing what the gang leader just said.The debt collectors remained frozen, their minds racing to make sense of the situation. Just moments ago, they had been the aggressors, confident in their cause, but now they were reduced to trembling figures kneeling in submission. The imposing gang leader’s men stood nearby, their presence suffocating. The air was thick with dread, the collectors' earlier arrogance crushed under the weight of fear.At that moment One of Bradley’s men stepped forward, his tone respectful but laced with a quiet menace. “Master. Damien,” he said, inclining his head slightly, “do you wish for us to handle these fools? Say the word, and it will be done.”Upon hearing what the man just said, the collectors immediately broke out into a chorus of desperate pleas. “Please, sir! Have mercy!” one of them cried, their voice trembling. “We were just doing what we were told! We didn’t mean any harm!”Another added, “We didn’t know who you were! It’s all a misunderstanding—
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At that moment Serenity stood there, frozen, her mind blank and her fingers curling slightly into her palms. She couldn't move. She couldn't even breathe properly.Everything that just happened felt surreal, as if the world had been flipped upside down in a single heartbeat.The heavy silence pressed down on her, and no matter how much she tried to pull herself together, she couldn’t shake the strange, overwhelming feeling swirling in her chest. She could still see Damien's calm back as he walked away earlier, like nothing that had happened even scratched him.How? she thought blankly. How can he be so composed? How did he even do what he did?She had heard about that skill before—the technique of controlling speed within a person's body, a forbidden art in the military, only accessible to those who reached an unimaginable level of cultivation. It wasn't a rumor. It was fact.And only a handful, a very rare handful of people, could even dream of achieving it.For Damien to be among th
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Nine
The moment Winston's father spoke on the call, he didn't even let the doctor speak first.“Is there any progress?” he demanded, his voice sharp with impatience. “Have you finally gotten a breakthrough?”There was a brief pause on the line. A pause that made the air around him feel heavy, suffocating.Then the doctor's voice came through, low and apologetic.“I'm sorry to inform you, sir... your son... he's dead.”For a second, Winston's father stood frozen, not even breathing.Then, slowly, his phone slipped from his trembling hand, crashing onto the tiled hospital floor with a loud, hollow sound that echoed through the room.Everyone around turned to look.Winston's eyes, bloodshot with rage, widened as realization hit him fully. His hands clenched so tightly they turned white.“That bastard...” he growled under his breath, his voice shaking with fury. “That bastard actually killed my son!”He staggered back a step, his body almost unable to bear the weight of the truth crashing down
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Eight
At that moment, Damien stood up slowly from his chair.The faint sound of the legs scraping against the hospital floor echoed sharply in the thick silence. His movements were calm, composed—but anyone watching closely could feel the storm brewing underneath his stillness.He tucked his hands into his pockets and glanced at the people standing before him, one after the other, his gaze cold and distant, almost as if he was looking through them rather than at them.“I've kept quiet long enough,” Damien said, his voice steady, but edged with a sharpness that couldn't be missed. “And frankly, it seems I'm just wasting my time with irrelevant noise.”The temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees. No one dared to interrupt.Then Damien took a slow step forward, speaking with a chilling clarity, every word landing with precision.“I'm not the kind of person who seeks the downfall of others. I'm not the kind of person who finds joy when others are crying or broken,” he said, his
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Seven
At that moment, Sophia, her grandfather, and her father were frozen in place.None of them could speak. None of them could even breathe properly.It was as if the world had tilted slightly off balance—watching, hearing, sensing the storm that was quietly brewing inside this single hospital room. Everything they thought they knew had been shaken in seconds, leaving them only with the sharp sting of reality. They were just there, stiff and confused, staring as the scene unfolded before them.Winston’s father stepped forward, anger rolling off him in waves.“This is the man,” he growled, pointing a thick finger directly at Damien. “Serenity, don’t waste time. Arrest him immediately! He’s the one. I’m very, very sure!”The room held its breath, all eyes shifted to Serenity.For a moment, she said nothing. Her sharp, calculating gaze locked onto Damien, studying him with chilling calmness. Her posture was straight, her expression unreadable, but the atmosphere around her grew colder by the
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Six
Her question was directed at Winston's father, who stood with grief etched into every line of his face. His eyes never left Damien as he gave a slow, deliberate nod.“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with conviction. “That is the same person. I would recognize him anywhere.” His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with tension. “I am very, very sure.”The weight of his certainty hung in the air, choking any protest Sophia might have formed. She glanced at Damien, searching his face for some reaction—denial, shock, anything that might suggest innocence—but his expression remained carefully controlled, only the slight tightening around his eyes betraying any emotion at all.Whisting's father stepped forward, his face contorted with desperation and rage. His finger remained pointed at Damien, trembling with the force of his accusation.“He has been the one having issues with Whisting ever since the beginning,” he spat, voice breaking. “And I am very, very sure that he is also the
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Five
At that moment the room fell silent as the door swung open. Three men in dark suits entered, their expressions grim and purposeful. But it was the figure who followed them that caused the air to freeze in Sophia's hospital.Serenity.The war goddess herself had come, her presence filling the modest room with an almost palpable energy. Golden armor award gleamed beneath a flowing white cloak, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of night. Her eyes—ancient and piercing—surveyed the room with cold calculation.Sophia's grandfather's eyes widened immediately. His weathered hands trembled as he placed it on the coffee table, eyes wide with disbelief.“Impossible,” he whispered, half-rising from his armchair.Sophia's mother gripped the edge of the chair, her knuckles white. “What... what is happening?” she managed, her voice barely audible.But it was Sophia's father whose reaction told the most frightening story. The color drained from his face as if someone had p
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Four
That was the only thought he could cling to now—the only thread of hope dangling in his mind. Serenity. Yes, Serenity would do something. She had to. She could still speak on their behalf. She had influence. If she could put in a good word before the Supreme King, perhaps the door to power wasn’t completely shut. Perhaps they hadn’t lost everything.But even that hope couldn’t wash away the sour sting of disgrace.Because as he stood there, shame gnawed at his chest like a silent storm. Damien—this same boy he had looked down on, dismissed, insulted—had become their savior. Not only had he exposed the very monsters they once trusted… he had also saved Sophia.And now… he was standing right there.A few feet away. Calm. Composed. Not angry, not proud. Just… present. And that alone made it worse. The old man couldn’t even raise his head. He felt it deep in his bones—the weight of having sold out Damien’s heart, dismissed his worth, only for that same heart to carry his family through th
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Three
At that moment Sophia’s father stepped forward, his face twisted with disbelief.“That’s not even true,” he said, shaking his head. “London? No—London would never do something like that. You must be mistaken.”Immediately Clarissa nodded quickly, almost too quickly. “Exactly. London? Kidnap you? Torture you? That doesn’t even sound like him.”“I’ll call him right now,” her grandfather added, already reaching for his phone. “I’ll ask him myself. If this is what you’re claiming, then let me hear it from his own mouth.”But Sophia didn’t flinch. She simply looked at her grandfather, her lips trembling. Her eyes held the kind of pain that didn’t come from physical wounds, because she couldn't believe they would refused to listen to her own side of the story without calling London to confirm.“You can’t call him,” she whispered.At that moment her voice was too low, too calm.Immediately they all looked at her.“London is dead.”The words fell like a blade.Her grandfather father’s hand fr
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Two
The sharp slam of the door was still echoing when Sophia’s heart sank.Her breath caught in her throat. She already knew.She didn’t need to guess. The second she heard the footsteps, the rustle of expensive fabric, the weighty silence followed by a familiar scoff—it was enough.Her eyes slowly shifted toward the doorway, and there they were.Her grandfather entered first, tall and stern as ever, his walking stick hitting the tiles with cold authority. Behind him, her father, Mr. Callum, stood with a deep frown, arms folded tightly across his chest. And then… her mother—Clarissa Callum, perfectly dressed as if she hadn’t just stormed into a hospital room, her expression twisted with a mix of panic, rage, and exhaustion.Sophia’s body stiffened beneath the bedsheets.Clarissa didn't wait.“You see? You see what you’ve done to yourself?” her mother snapped, her voice slicing through the air. “We warned you, Sophia! Didn’t we warn you?!”Sophia didn’t respond. Her fingers tightened aroun
