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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Seventeen
At that moment Damien folded his arms, his jaw tightening as he fixed his unyielding gaze on the manager and London. “How sure are you,” he said evenly, his tone laced with quiet authority, “that I was the one who destroyed the artifact? Are you relying solely on his word?” He gestured toward London without breaking eye contact with the manager.Immediately the manager's face hardened, and he puffed up his chest as though trying to assert his authority. “Mr. London is a valued VIP cardholder in this establishment. He has no reason to lie,” the manager snapped. “You are clearly the one who caused this mess, and I suggest you stop playing games and pay immediately before this escalates further.”Damien raised an eyebrow, his calm exterior a sharp contrast to the heated accusations being hurled at him. His thoughts churned, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He could feel the weight of the trap tightening around him, but he refused to let them see him falter. This was no
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Eighteen
Damien crossed his arms, his expression unwavering as he stared down London’s smug facade. The tension between them was palpable, thick enough to cut through. London’s arrogance was grating, but Damien had no intention of caving in to his demands or his schemes.“Think about it,” London sneered, leaning forward with a condescending grin. “I’m giving you an easy way out here, Damien. Just pay for the damn artifact, and this whole mess goes away. You’re lucky I’m even giving you this opportunity.”Damien chuckled, the sound dry and humorless. “Think about it?” he repeated mockingly, shaking his head. “There’s nothing to think about, London. I’m not paying a single dime for something I didn’t break. End of discussion.”Immediately London’s grin faltered for a moment before his arrogance returned in full force. “Who do you think you are?” he demanded, his voice laced with disdain. “You’re acting like you’re untouchable, like you’re above all this. Let me remind you, Damien, you’re sta
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Nineteen
Damien had just stepped into the lobby, his steps steady and deliberate, his mind already focused on leaving the suffocating atmosphere behind. He gripped the jar of herbs tightly, a reminder of why he wouldn’t let himself be dragged into London’s game.Suddenly, the door to the VIP room swung open behind him with a loud thud, drawing the attention of patrons scattered across the lobby. London stormed out, his face twisted with irritation, flanked by the restaurant manager and several security guards. Their hurried steps echoed off the polished, and before Damien could fully process the commotion, London’s sharp voice rang out.“Stop that man!” London barked, pointing at Damien like an emperor issuing an order. “Don’t let him leave!”The security guards moved swiftly, forming a line that blocked Damien’s path. Their expressions were professional but firm, and it was clear they had no intention of letting him go. Immediately Damien halted, standing tall and calm, though the tensio
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty
At that moment the sound of glass shattering against the floor sent a sharp pang through Damien’s chest. He stood frozen, staring at the broken jar, its fragments scattered across the polished floor. The rare herbs, the ones he had gone through so much trouble to obtain from Serenity, lay wasted in a mess of crushed powder and delicate leaves. His jaw tightened, and his hands curled into fists.At that moment Shock coursed through him—how could he have let this happen? After everything, after dodging every trap set for him, after handling the jar with such precision during the fight, he had failed to protect the one thing that mattered at this moment. Immediately His heart pounded with frustration.Then, as his gaze lifted, his fury only deepened. Standing in front of him, unmoving, with a smug satisfaction barely concealed in his eyes, was Winston . At that moment Damien’s breath hitched for a second before realization set in like a blade sinking into his gut.It wasn’t a mistake.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty One
At that moment seeing Damien not obeying his words.Winston’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by something colder—something darker. His jaw tensed as he took a step closer, the air between them crackling with tension.“Seems like you've gotten too full of yourself, Damien,”he sneered. “You think you can just walk around like you own the place? You think you can get away with bumping into me and not face the consequences?”Then Damien's glare remained steady, his expression void of fear. “I owe you nothing,” he said firmly. “If anything, you’re the one who should be apologizing—for deliberately destroying what was mine.” His voice was calm, but beneath that calm was a storm waiting to be unleashed.Winston let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You really don't get it, do you?” He scoffed. “You think just because you handled a few low-level security guards, you’re invincible?” His eyes darkened as he stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a more menacing tone. “I’m not like
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Two
At that moment Damien’s fingers twitched at his sides, his entire body stiffening as he processed what had just happened. His last hope—completely ruined. Water and that particular herb were incompatible, meaning London hadn’t just tampered with it. He had destroyed it beyond recovery.Then a dangerous silence fell over the room, a heavy contrast to the chaos from moments before.Then, in a single motion, Damien surged forward, gripping London’s shirt with an iron-clad hold. His fingers curled into the expensive fabric, twisting it so tight that the fabric wrinkled under his grasp.However London’s smirk barely faltered. “Oh?” He feigned surprise, but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him.“You—” Damien’s voice was low, controlled, but beneath it lay a fury that was ready to explode. His teeth clenched as he yanked London closer, so close their faces were mere inches apart. “You’re going to pay for this.”Immediately London lifted his hands in mock surrender, his smirk widening
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Three
At that moment Serenity's gaze flickered downward, her sharp eyes scanning the shattered remains of the herb scattered across the floor. The moment recognition set in, her entire expression darkened.Immediately She lifted her head slowly, her piercing gaze locking onto Damien.Then more heavy silence fell over the room, suffocating, thick with tension.Winston, sensing the perfect moment, nodded eagerly. “Yes, War Goddess. He broke it. And instead of taking responsibility, he’s making a scene.”Serenity’s lips pressed into a thin line. Then, without warning, she turned to Damien.“What the hell did you do?!”Her voice lashed through the air like a whip, sharp and commanding. The weight of her authority crashed down on the room, forcing even the bystanders to tense up.Damien, who had been bracing himself for this exact moment, barely flinched. His shoulders remained relaxed, his expression unreadable.London smirked, his arms crossed, enjoying the scene. Winston, standing tall besi
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Four
Upon hearing what London just said, Serenity’s rage boiled over like an unchecked inferno.Immediately Her fingers twitched at her sides, her jaw clenched so tightly it looked as if she was grinding her teeth into dust. Her sharp gaze burned through Damien, filled with nothing but sheer disappointment and fury.Winston, seeing an opportunity to do more damage, took advantage of the moment. A slow smirk curled on his lips as he took a step forward, feigning mock realization.“I see,” Winston drawled, voice oozing with condescension. “Now it all makes sense. Damien wasn’t here by coincidence. He was trying to run away with the herbs, wasn’t he? That’s why he bumped into me.”His smirk deepened, his gaze flicking to the shattered remnants of the herbs on the floor before returning to Damien.“And now he’s acting all innocent? This is embarrassing.”At that moment London sighed, shaking his head like a disappointed older brother. “I knew something was off. The moment he offered to sell
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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
