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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty One
“Who does he think he is?”she muttered under her breath, her irritation palpable. To her, Damien's boldness was laughable. A mere village doctor, daring to oppose a family as influential and dangerous as theirs? It was absurd. “He doesn’t even understand the weight of the situation he would find himself in, if he tries any nonsense.”she said, shaking her head with disdain.Serenity leaned back in her chair, dismissing the call as nothing more than an act of desperation. “If he thinks this kind of behavior will scare anyone, he’s delusional,” she thought, her lips curving into a smirk.Rising from her seat, she grabbed her jacket and prepared to leave the office. The call had barely registered as more than an annoyance, a distraction from her real priorities. As she walked toward the door, her mind shifted back to the mission at hand. Damien’s warning was nothing but noise to her.**The dimly lit restaurant exudes sophistication, with its polished wood floors, crystal chandeliers
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Two
At that moment the air in the restaurant grew tense as the manager, a composed middle-aged man with an air of professionalism, hurried over to defuse the situation. He offered Megan a polite smile, his tone measured and calm.“Miss, I apologize for the inconvenience,”he began, gesturing toward the staff cleaning the spilled wine. “Let’s resolve this matter quickly to ensure everyone can enjoy their meals.”At that moment Megan seized the opportunity, her voice dripping with exaggerated indignation. “Finally, someone who understands! This man,”she said, pointing accusingly at Megan, “tripped me and ruined my evening. That wine bottle wasn’t just expensive; it was irreplaceable. He needs to compensate me immediately!”Immediately The manager turned to Damien, his face neutral but expectant. Damien remained calm, his expression unreadable. Instead of addressing Megan’s accusations, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, elegant gold card Sophia had given to him, saying it's
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Three
The private room was cozy yet elegant, with warm lighting that cast a golden glow over the table where Damien and Sophia sat. The aroma of finely prepared dishes filled the air as their conversation flowed easily. Sophia, however, carried a hint of guilt in her tone as she brought up the topic of her brother.“I need to apologize again,” Sophia said softly, setting her fork down. Her eyes met Damien’s, sincere and tinged with regret. “What he almost did—nearly revealing your identity to war goddess Serenity—was reckless. I’ve already reprimanded him for it.”However Damien waved a hand dismissively, his demeanor calm as always. “There’s no need for that. He didn’t mean any harm, and besides, it didn’t cause any real trouble.” His voice was steady, unaffected, as though the matter truly didn’t bother him.At that moment Sophia’s shoulders relaxed slightly, relieved by his response. “Still, I appreciate your understanding. War Goddess Serenity can be... relentless when she sets her
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Four
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the villa's sprawling backyard. The S-Class fugitive crept silently through the shadows, his every movement calculated. His sharp eyes scanned the perimeter as he approached, his lips curling into a grim smile. This villa, so serene and unassuming, was hiding someone he seriously handsomely captured. Since his brother lost his life in the same villa, he's going to do the same to whoever owns the Villa. For him, this was just another mission—quick and efficient.As his gloved hand reached for the backdoor, a sudden rustle in the bushes froze him mid-step. Immediately his sharp instincts screamed danger, and he spun around just in time to block a high-speed kick aimed at his head. Standing before him was none other than Serenity, the War Goddess herself, her commanding aura amplified by the intensity in her eyes.“You’re not taking another step,” Serenity declared coldly, her voice laced with authority.Hearing what Serenity j
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Five
At that moment the yard was eerily silent except for the faint rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze. Phantom, still on his knees, stared at the motionless body of the fugitive, unable to fully grasp the scene he had just witnessed. His mind raced, trying to piece together who Damien truly was. Then, like a floodgate opening, recognition dawned.“Wait,” Phantom said, his voice trembling but steady enough to hold Damien ’s attention. “You… You’re the disciple of Grandmaster Maverick apprentice, aren’t you?”At that moment paused mid-step, turning his head slightly. His gaze, though calm, carried an intensity that made Phantom hesitate.“You’re sharp,” Damien replied flatly, his tone devoid of any pride. “But keep that to yourself.”At that moment Phantom’s breath caught in his throat. He had crossed paths with one of Damien master other apprentices during a high-stakes mission years ago. That apprentice had spoken of a younger disciple, someone even the Grandmaster held in exce
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Six
Hearing what Serenity just said. Phantom didn’t flinch, his reply rehearsed.“The fugitive was overconfident. I used his aggression against him and struck when he left an opening. It was a risky move, but it paid off.”Hearing what Phantom just said, Serenity folded her arms, her expression unimpressed. “You expect me to believe that? I’ve faced opponents like him before, and I know how unlikely it is to exploit an 'opening' against someone of his skill level.”At that moment Phantom's jaw tightened, but he held his ground. “With respect, Serenity, the report speaks for itself."At that moment Serenity stepped closer, her voice lowering. “And what about the voice I heard? The one that sounded familiar?”For the first time, Phantom’s composure wavered, his eyes darting away briefly before he recovered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Serenity. Nobody was there, remember the place was locked and everyone had been evacuated.”Serenity studied him, the silence stretching betwe
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Seven
At that moment Serenity clasped his hand briefly in greeting, gratitude flickering in her eyes.“Thank you for coming, Master George. Everything is prepared.”As they moved toward the medical wing. However Elvis knew his master must have arrived by now, his heart swelling with pride. This was the moment he had been waiting for—not just to witness his mentor’s brilliance but to show Serenity that he was someone who could be relied upon, someone worthy of standing by her side.He couldn’t shake the hope blooming within him: his master succeeded, it could change everything. Not just for Serenity’s family but perhaps for their relationship as well.Damien walked toward Serenity’s residence with deliberate steps, holding a small, carefully wrapped bundle in his hand. Inside was the rare herb he had worked tirelessly to acquire—a temporary solution to suppress Serenity’s grandfather’s worsening condition. He paused briefly at the gate, his gaze lifting to the imposing house. He knew ful
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Eight
After several minutes, George straightened and spoke, his tone measured. “The situation is indeed critical. His body is severely weakened, and the toxins are still present. However…” He paused, his gaze flickering toward Serenity. “The toxins have been suppressed, at least temporarily.”hearing what he just said, Serenity's brow furrowed. “Suppressed? How?”George gestured to the remnants of the herb Damien had applied. “This herb,” he explained, “is extremely rare and possesses unique detoxifying properties. It wasn’t a cure, but it bought us valuable time. Without it, his condition might have deteriorated beyond recovery by now.”Serenity’s assistant and Elvis exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier anger now mingled with confusion. At that moment Elvis hesitated before speaking. “Are you saying that…Damien’s actions actually helped?”George nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, though his methods were unconventional. He applied the herb with precision and understanding. I doubt many other
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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
