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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Eight
At that moment Dr. Maxwell tilted his chin up, a smug smirk spreading across his face.“Well, let's get this over with then,” he sneered, rolling his shoulders back as if he had already won.However Damien didn’t react. His face remained unreadable, his eyes dark pools of calm. He simply turned to the General, giving him a slight nod.The General narrowed his eyes, then raised his phone to his ear. His voice was cold, sharp.“Lock all the exits. No one leaves until this bet is settled.”Hearing what the general just said. A wave of whispers rippled through the Mayor's family. Their expressions shifted, some looking excited, others mocking, and a few growing slightly uneasy at the seriousness of the situation.The Mayor himself crossed his arms, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Well, Dr. Maxwell,” he said, turning to him with amusement, “if you're so confident, let’s see this fraud humiliate himself.”A few of the family members chuckled, whispering insults under their breath.“He
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Nine
However Damien didn't say anything, but then again he decided to clear the air.“I'm going to cut her forehead with it”Hearing what Damien just said.The room fell into stunned silence.Dr. Maxwell’s lips curled into a smirk, his arms crossing as he let out a low, mocking chuckle. “Tear some part of her forehead?” he repeated, his voice dripping with condescension. “And here I was expecting at least some level of competence. What kind of primitive nonsense is this?”However Damien remained unaffected. He didn’t react to Maxwell’s sneering tone, nor to the hostile glances thrown his way by the rest of the family. Instead, he calmly inspected the blade, turning it in his hand as if confirming its sharpness.“You’re asking me what I’ll use the blade for?” Damien finally spoke, his voice steady, patient—but with an unmistakable edge of finality. His gaze lifted, locking onto Maxwell with an intensity that made even the arrogant doctor falter slightly.“I already told you,” Damien said,
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty
Damien barely acknowledged him. His focus was solely on the frail woman lying before him. Her breathing was faint, erratic, her body cold and lifeless. The skin on her forehead had taken on an unnatural pallor, veins faintly visible beneath the surface, pulsing with something dark and sickly.Then, without hesitation—he pressed the blade to her forehead.At that moment a collective gasp filled the air.The blade sank into her skin, a clean, precise cut, just above her brows. Thick, dark blood oozed out, far darker than normal, almost inky in shade. A foul, iron-like scent filled the space, thick and suffocating.“What the hell—” someone muttered, their voice shaking.The Mayor staggered back, his eyes widening in horror.“This… this isn't normal blood,” another relative whispered, fear lacing their voice.Immediately Dr. Maxwell’s smirk faltered, the arrogance in his eyes dimming as he stared at the unnatural substance flowing from the wound.Again Damien moved with precise efficiency
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty One
A few of them lowered their gazes, hesitant.But Damien? Damien didn’t flinch.Instead, he smirked—a quiet, knowing smirk that made Maxwell’s stomach twist with unease.“You’re nervous,” Damien said calmly, his voice almost amused.Maxwell’s expression darkened. “What?”“You’re trying too hard to convince them. You’re scared because you know what’s about to happen.”At that moment the room held its breath as a sharp, rhythmic beeping from the monitor filled the room, each sound piercing through the thick air like a warning siren.A wave of panic crashed over the Mayor’s family. Their once skeptical faces twisted with fear as they saw the lines on the machine fluctuate erratically.“She’s going into cardiac arrest!” someone screamed.The chaos erupted almost instantly.One of the nurses with Dr Maxwell earlier rushed forward, instinctively reaching for an oxygen mask, while another tried to check for a pulse.The Mayor, his hands trembling, couldn’t breathe properly. He watched as his
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Two
At that moment the room buzzed with excitement, but the Mayor stood frozen, his eyes locked on his mother as if he was afraid to believe what he was seeing.“Mother… are you really okay?” His voice wavered, thick with emotion.The Mayor’s mother turned to him, her eyes warm and reassuring.“My son,” she whispered, her voice steady, filled with a strength that hadn’t been there in years.She reached out, and before he could process it, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a firm, comforting embrace.At that moment tears welled up in the Mayor’s eyes as he buried his face in her shoulder, his grip on her tightening.“You're strong again… You’re really strong again…” he murmured, his voice breaking.Then the rest of the family watched in silence, their expressions a mixture of relief and disbelief.At that moment Some of them, the ones who had mocked Damien the loudest, now looked down in shame.They had been so certain—so sure that he was nothing but a fraud. But now, there
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Three
At that moment The weight of the moment settled like a heavy cloud over the room. Dr. Maxwell was on his knees, his head bowed low, his hands clenched together in desperation he didn't want to lose everything. His once-proud demeanor was nowhere to be found. His lips trembled as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.“Dr.Damien… please… I beg you,” he stammered, his throat dry, his pride shattered into pieces. “I—I was wrong… I should never have doubted you. Please forgive me.”Damien stood tall, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes bore into Maxwell with an unsettling calmness. He didn’t move, didn’t blink. He simply let the words sink in, let Maxwell feel the weight of his own disgrace.The mayor, still overwhelmed by the miracle he had just witnessed, turned to Maxwell with disgust. His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.“Forgive you?” the mayor scoffed. “If we had listened to you to this point, my mother would be dead by now! You stood here, parad
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Four
Then the general's voice carried authority as he signaled his men. “Take him away,”he ordered, nodding toward Dr. Maxwell. “I have unfinished business with him, but that can wait. Lock him up where I can find him later.”Maxwell barely had the strength to resist. His body sagged as the General guards grabbed him, his pleas turning to broken sobs.“Please... I'm sorry... I have a family... please…” His voice trailed off as he was dragged from the room, his words swallowed by the silence that followed.At that moment the mayor turned his attention back to Damien, a mixture of shame and gratitude on his face. “I owe you an apology... and my mother’s life,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.“Had I listened to that fraud, she wouldn’t be breathing right now. I was blinded by my own doubts, but you—“ He exhaled, shaking his head. “You did what no one else could.”However Damien didn’t react, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t here for their praise, and he certainly didn’t need
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty Five
Valentina's shoulders were tense, her fingers nervously clutching at the hem of her dress as she listened to Damien. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable, but there was something sharp in his gaze—something that told her he hadn’t entirely forgiven her just yet.At that moment She swallowed hard. “I… I know I was wrong,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I should have just kept quiet. I shouldn’t have—”Damien cut her off with a sigh. “You didn’t just doubt me, Valentina. You attacked me. You called me a fraud, stood by while your family humiliated me, and let Dr. Maxwell run his mouth like he knew better.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You were ready to let me get thrown out, maybe even locked up, all to protect your pride.”At that moment Valentina clenched her jaw, hating the truth in his words. “I didn’t know what else to do. If I admitted what was happening, they would have found out. Everyone would have known. My career, my future…
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At that moment Serenity gathered more courage, standing there with her back straight as if bracing herself for whatever Damien would say next.But when Damien finally spoke, his voice was calm—too calm.“So, that's what you call an apology?” Damien asked, tilting his head slightly, his gaze sharp and piercing.“If you truly wanted to apologize,” he continued, “I would expect you to bow your head properly, and apologize proudly. Not... whatever this half-hearted thing you’re doing is.”He stood there, not raising his voice, but his words struck harder than if he had yelled.“You’re still trying to prove something,” Damien said, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips.“As if being the War Goddess makes you untouchable. As if it freaks me.”Upon hearing what Damien just said, Serenity’s lips parted, but no words came out.Damien’s voice grew colder.“It doesn’t freak me. None of it does,” he said bluntly.“It seems you really don't have anything else to say.”He shifted slightl
Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety One
At that moment the old man's face paled.For the first time in a long while, real fear flashed in his eyes. He staggered a little, his mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out.He couldn’t even argue it with his son, he didn't understand anymore. Everything he thought he knew about Damien shattered like fragile glass.From the look of things... Damien wasn't just some miraculous doctor’s apprentice anymore.This—this was something else entirely.Because what he just heard...A doctor couldn't do this, no mere healer could.This was clear—crystal clear—cultivation sealing and unlocking at a level that was terrifyingly beyond ordinary reach to a doctor.At that moment Sophia’s grandfather wiped the cold sweat forming on his forehead.He had been friends with some of the highest-ranking generals in the military. He had heard whispers, rumors about things like this—about techniques that could cripple a man's life force without leaving a single visible wound. But he never tho
Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety
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
