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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Three
Immediately the room fell into silence the moment the heavy footsteps grew louder.Then everyone turned instinctively, their eyes widening in shock when they saw who had just entered.It was the General.His presence was commanding, his expression as unreadable as ever, yet there was an air of imposing authority around him that made it impossible to ignore him.Despite the gasps of surprise from some of the family members, the mayor was not fazed. Instead, he marched straight toward the General, his face twisted in frustration, his voice taut with restrained anger.“I have to say, General,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of his anger he had being trying to Suppress, “I am beyond disappointed.”Upon hearing what the Mayor your said.The General’s expression remained cold, but his piercing gaze narrowed slightly, signaling that he was listening.“With all my connections,” the mayor continued, his arms gesturing with irritation, “with all the capable doctors and specialists I co
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty four
At that moment Dr. Maxwell stepped forward, his expression carefully composed, yet there was an edge to his voice—a subtle challenge masked beneath politeness.“General, perhaps there has been some misunderstanding,” he said smoothly, his gaze flickering toward Demian for the briefest second before returning to the General. “I respect your position, and I trust your instincts, but I believe you may be mistaken.”Hearing what Maxwell just said a murmur spread across the room, the tension shifting, hanging between them like an unspoken challenge.“If there is anyone here who can save the mayor's mother,” Dr. Maxwell continued, his tone deliberate, “it is me.”The weight of his words settled heavily in the room, and the mayor straightened, nodding in agreement.“From all indications,”Maxwell pressed on, his voice measured but firm, “her condition has already deteriorated beyond saving. Even my master himself would not be able to reverse this. There is no way back. If anything…” he hesit
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Five
At that moment the atmosphere turned icy. The General, who had been ready to leave, suddenly halted in his steps. His jaw clenched, and without turning around at first, he exhaled a slow, controlled breath.Then, he turned back, his piercing gaze locking onto the Mayor.“You disappointed me,” he said, his voice laced with a quiet fury that made the room feel even smaller.Immediately Everyone stiffened.“After all these years, after everything we've been through, you still think I would bring someone here who would harm your mother?” His tone was measured, but sharp as a blade.Hearing the general words.The Mayor shifted uncomfortably, but he said nothing.“I brought Dr.Damien here,” the General continued, taking a step forward, “to make sure your mother gets the treatment she fully deserves. But since you don’t believe him—since all of you have already made up your minds—” he let out a cold chuckle, “then I have no issue with that.”He let those words sink in.The family remained f
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Six
Hearing what Dr. Maxwell just said, the atmosphere in the room shifted—a slow but undeniable turn in opinion. Murmurs swelled among the Mayor’s family, their hushed voices weaving doubt into the air like smoke.“He's right.”“If Damien is truly capable, why hasn't he healed War Goddess Serenity’s grandfather?”“Does that even make sense?”Each whisper fed into another, doubt stacking on doubt, until the room felt heavy with skepticism. Even those who had remained neutral now found themselves leaning toward Dr. Maxwell’s logic.At that moment the General, standing at the center of it all, remained silent.He had no answer to that.But instead of showing uncertainty, he simply let out a low sigh, shaking his head.“Dr.Damien does not have to prove anything to any of you.” His voice cut through the murmurs, making everyone turn their eyes back to him. "I have already seen his work firsthand. And I remember very clearly that what Dr. Maxwell thought was a 50-50 chance, Dr.Damien did it ef
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Seven
At that moment the room fell into a stunned silence.Did they just hear that correctly?For a moment, no one spoke. Even the murmurs that had been buzzing just seconds ago died out. Everyone's eyes darted between Damien and Dr. Maxwell, their shock evident.Damien, however, didn't flinch. His face remained stone cold, unreadable. But in his eyes, there was a flicker of something dangerous.Amusement.Then he tilted his head slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. Then, he let out a dry chuckle.“So, that's your condition?” Demian finally said, his voice dangerously calm. “You want to go that far?”Dr. Maxwell stood tall, his chest puffed out in confidence.“Of course,” he sneered. “A fraud like you needs to be taught a proper lesson. You think you can come here and play doctor? You think you can talk down to me? To my profession?”Immediately the Mayor’s family nodded in agreement, emboldened by Dr. Maxwell’s bravado.“You heard him, fraud,” one of them scoffed.“Either you pr
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
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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
