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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seven
Serenity knew deep down that Damien had already explained himself. Every time she questioned him, his answers had remained consistent, his demeanor calm, almost annoyingly so. And yet, despite everything, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off. It wasn’t the words he said but the gaps in what he didn’t. It gnawed at her, a quiet unease she couldn’t ignore.She had replayed the events of that night in her mind a thousand times. The way the Fugitive was defeated, the precision of the attack—it didn’t add up. Damien wasn’t the one who killed the Fugitive; she was sure of that now. He didn’t have the skill or the physicality to pull off something that precise, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t connected to it somehow. However she couldn’t shake the feeling that Damien was hiding something, even if it wasn’t what she initially suspected.At that moment Serenity leaned back in her chair, exhaling deeply. She had decided to let it go, knowing If Damien won’t say anyth
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eight
Hearing Serenity threat Damien leaned back slightly, his tone measured and deliberate. “Well,” he began, “that depends on how you want to see it, Serenity.” His calm demeanor only seemed to amplify the tension in the room. He could feel Serenity’s fiery gaze locked onto him, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.Then he straightened up, meeting her eyes. “But let’s not waste anyone’s time here,” he said firmly. “You might have forgotten about the herbs I used for your grandfather, or perhaps you still remember, don't you?”However Serenity didn’t respond. She didn’t nod or show any outward acknowledgment. Her arms remained tightly crossed, her expression hard and unreadable. Yet, she didn’t interrupt him, a sign that despite her anger, she was willing to let him finish, whatever he was going to ask then she will decide if she's going to lock him up or not.“I need two more herbs,” Damien continued, his voice steady. “Without them, I won’t be able to fully treat him.”At th
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Nine
At that moment Serenity stared at the glowing screen of her phone, debating whether to answer. The name “Elvis” blinked at her insistently. Taking a deep breath, she swiped to pick up. “Hello?” she said, her voice steady, masking the turmoil from her earlier conversation with Damien.“Serenity,” Elvis’s familiar voice came through, calm and warm. “I just wanted to check on you, see how you’re holding up.”Hearing what Elvis just said.Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone. Elvis’s concern was always genuine, yet it carried an undertone of something unspoken. “I’m fine,” she replied, keeping her tone light but brisk. “Thanks for asking.”At that moment there was a brief pause, and Serenity took that moment to gather her thoughts. The earlier discussion with Damien still lingered in her mind, but now wasn’t the time to let that cloud her judgment. Clearing her throat, she decided to broach the topic that had been weighing on her since her conversation with Master George.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Ten
Damien reclined on the couch, his thoughts scattered as Sophia’s voice filled the line. She explained that her grandfather had specifically asked to meet Damien, to thank him properly for saving his life. Damien exhaled quietly even after decline, the weight of the request pressing on him. He didn’t like these formalities—gratitude wrapped in grand gestures and public displays. The last time, at the party her family had organized, it had been the same. They’d celebrated her grandfather’s recovery with extravagant speeches and overly polished smiles, but somehow, Damien was almost disgraced.Sophia’s voice softened, almost pleading. “He feels terrible, Damien. That night at the party… things got chaotic, and he didn’t get the chance to properly thank you. This is important to him—and to us.”But Damien wasn’t swayed. The memory of that party lingered in his mind like a bitter aftertaste. He had been invited, yes, but treated as an afterthought—a name barely mentioned, a figure stand
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eleven
Damien leaned back in his chair, his tone laced with reluctant acceptance. “Alright, Sophia. I’ll think about it.”Sophia, not one to let her guard down, immediately followed up. “Don’t just think about it, Damien. You need to let me know soon. The dinner is tomorrow evening, and my grandfather is really looking forward to seeing you.”At that moment Damien exhaled deeply, his reluctance obvious. “Fine. Don’t worry. I’ll think about it and give you an answer soon. But don’t expect miracles.”However Sophia, sensing she had gotten as much commitment as she was going to get from Damien, let out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you. Just… don’t forget, okay?”At that moment the call ended, and Damien tossed his phone onto the desk, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t like being cornered into decisions, and this was no exception. Yet, a part of him knew he wouldn’t simply dismiss the request outright, Sophia had been so kind to him. With a grunt, he pushed the thought aside, deciding
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twelve
At that moment Damien's fingers hovered over the steering wheel as his phone buzzed incessantly, the familiar number flashing on the screen. Immediately He clenched his jaw, his mind racing back to the unpleasant memories tied to that name—London. Their first encounter at the restaurant had left a bitter taste in Damien’s mouth, followed by that late-night call filled with hollow threats over Sophia. He had no patience for this man, no desire to hear whatever excuse or venom he wanted to spit this time.However The phone continued ringing, loud and persistent. Damien stared at it, his lips pressed into a thin line. ‘Not now. Not ever,’ he thought. With a deliberate motion, he reached over and silenced the call. The buzzing ceased, and the car fell into silence once more, save for the low hum of the engine.Then he exhaled deeply, gripping the wheel tighter as he focused back on the road. But his resolve was tested again when the phone lit up for the second time, the same number gla
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirteen
At that moment Damien paused, his curiosity piqued despite himself. “Yes, I’m looking for that herb,” he admitted cautiously. “Why are you calling me about it, London? What’s your angle?”Immediately London’s voice came through the line with an air of confidence, almost as if he had been waiting for this question. “What if I told you I could help you get it? Not just eventually, but immediately,” he said, his tone laced with an undercurrent calmness.At that moment Damien’s eyebrows furrowed. The proposal caught him off guard. It had taken Serenity, with all her connections, some effort to acquire the herb, and she had only managed to secure it because of her family’s reputation. The idea that London, of all people, could deliver it so effortlessly seemed far-fetched. Still, Damien couldn’t dismiss the possibility entirely. What is he playing at? Damien thought. How could he have access to such a rare herb?Though Damien no longer desperately needed the herb—thanks to Serenity—his mi
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fourteen
Damien leaned forward, his gaze locked on London as the soft hum of the restaurant buzzed around them. His patience was wearing thin, but his curiosity outweighed his irritation. “Alright, London,” he said firmly, “I’ll ask again. What do you want in exchange for the herbs?”At that moment He braced himself, fully expecting London to demand something petty or vindictive—most likely related to Sophia. Probably wants me to stay away from her, Damien thought. It would be typical of London, a man driven by his insecurities and possessiveness.To Damien’s surprise, London leaned back in his chair, an amused smile creeping across his face. “Nothing,” he said casually, swirling the wine in his glass. “I don’t want anything.”Damien froze, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “You don’t want anything?” he repeated, his tone skeptical. “You’re just willing to hand over the herbs, just like that? Without asking for anything in return?”At that moment London chuckled, clearly enjoying Damien
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Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Two
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
