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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty One
At that moment the supermarket was a storm of voices, accusations flying like daggers, but then, amidst the chaos, a firm, authoritative voice cut through the noise.“Step aside, I'm a doctor.”Immediately heads turned sharply as a man, dressed in a neatly pressed shirt and carrying a leather medical bag, strode forward. His face was calm yet urgent, his presence alone enough to momentarily silence the uproar.Jessica’s mother stiffened, watching as the doctor knelt beside the unconscious woman. His fingers, steady and precise, pressed against the woman’s neck, searching. Seconds stretched like an eternity.Jessica barely breathed.At that moment the doctor’s brows furrowed, his eyes sharp with focus. He adjusted the woman’s head slightly, his touch gentle but firm, tilting her chin to check for any signs of obstruction. Then, with a swift movement, he unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and pressed two fingers against her wrist.Jessica watched anxiously, her heartbeat thundering in her
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Two
Upon hearing what Damien just said.The doctor’s face twisted with fury.“How dare you?” he spat, his voice booming through the supermarket.His sudden outburst drew even more attention.The unconscious woman’s family closed in, their anger igniting like dry leaves in a wildfire.“Who do you think you are?” one of the men barked, stepping toward Damien. “She’s dying, and you’re standing here accusing a licensed doctor of foul play?”Another woman clutched at her chest, sobbing dramatically.“You heartless bastard!” she wailed. “If my sister dies, it’s because of you!”The tension thickened.People whispered, murmured, exchanging uneasy glances.Jessica’s mother stood frozen, her breathing erratic, torn between fear and desperation.And yet, Damien remained unshaken.His gaze didn’t waver, his stance unmoved, even as multiple voices rose against him.The doctor smirked, emboldened by the support.“I don't have time for this nonsense,” he sneered. “If you want to gamble with a woman's l
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Three
At that moment Damien shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyes cold and unreadable as he watched the scammers vanish from sight.Then he turned and face Jessica and her mother “I told you,”he said, his voice calm, almost bored. “Everything was a setup.”At that moment Jessica’s mother stood frozen, her face pale, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. Jessica herself swallowed hard, eyes darting between Damien and the now-empty supermarket scene.He was right.Every word he had spoken had been right.And yet, as Damien turned to leave, a sharp voice cut through the air.“Where do you think you're going?”Deborah said with a deadly gaze.Damien stilled, but he didn’t turn around.Deborah stormed up to him, her heels clacking against the floor, her face twisted in frustration.“Who do you think you are?” she demanded, glaring at him. “You just love meddling in other people’s affairs, don’t you?”Damien exhaled slowly, his patience wearing thin.“Meddling?” he echoed
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Four
"Mom, can you just stop being delusional. Damien isn't a bad person. We've misjudge him all these years,"Deborah’s face hardened as Jessica spoke, her eyes narrowing in frustration. “Jessica, stop this nonsense! Damien isn’t the kind-hearted man you seem to think he is. We've known him since he was a boy, and we've seen the kind of person he is. You’re deluding yourself!” she retorted with a touch of desperation in her voice.Jessica wasn't deterred by her mother's reaction. “You didn't see what he did for me. He risked his life to save me.Deborah’s voice was unwavering. “Jessica, you may not believe me, but I'm your mother, and I know what's best for you. Damien is an opportunist. Nothing in his life has been earned by hard work or good intentions. It’s all luck.” Her words were tinged with a note of finality.Jessica felt her mother's determination like a brick wall before her. But she wasn’t ready to give up yet." She took a deep breath, the exasperation evident in her voice. "M
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Five
At that moment Winston phone rang and immediately he leaned back in his chair, a sly grin stretching across his face as he answered the call. His fingers idly tapped against the glass of whiskey in his other hand, his voice laced with smug amusement.Seeing it was Serenity he knew something was up perhaps that bastard have been killed already.“War Goodness Serenity,” he drawled, stretching her name happily.“I have been waiting for you call Finally. Tell me, have you dealt with that pest Damien? Is he dead? Are you calling to share the good news?”He chuckled darkly, swirling the liquid in his glass. His eyes gleamed with sadistic satisfaction, enjoying the thought of Damien being nothing more than a forgotten stain in the past. “You shouldn’t be worried about him anymore,” he continued, “He’s just a nobody. If he’s gone, I’ll make sure his corpse disappears without a trace, just leave that to me. He was never important to begin with.”But before he could gloat further, Serenity’s
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Six
At that moment Winston’s eyes flickered with something unreadable as he turned to face Victoria. She stood there with her arms still crossed, head tilted slightly, observing him with an amused smirk. The lighting of the room cast shadows across her face, but it didn’t hide the curiosity burning in her eyes.“Who is this Demian you keep talking about?” she repeated, taking a slow step forward.Winston’s lips curled in irritation. He exhaled sharply, shoving his hands into his pockets as if trying to push away the frustration boiling inside him.“It’s nothing important,” he muttered, brushing the topic off as if it held no weight. But the tightness in his jaw betrayed him.Immediately Victoria narrowed her eyes, sensing the tension in his voice.“Nothing important?” she echoed, arching a perfectly shaped brow.At that moment Winston rolled his shoulders back, his expression hardening. “Yeah. Just some arrogant guy who thinks too highly of himself. I don’t like arrogant people, you know
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred And Thirty Seven
At that moment Deborah’s face was set in stone, her arms was crossed tightly over her chest. Her voice carried an edge of stubbornness as she spoke, “I would never do such a thing. What do I look like, thanking that man?” Her nostrils flared, her lips curling in distaste.She couldn't believe her husband would also be siding with Damien after everything he did to their daughter.Jessica sighed, frustration evident in her expression. “Mom, it was not a guesswork. You know that’s not true.”Immediately Deborah scoffed. “Oh, really? Then what is it? He just happened to be there? He just happened to know exactly what was happening? That’s called luck, not skill. like I said before I would have rather paid that money than lower myself to say thank you to someone like him.” She shook her head, disgusted at the thought.Jessica’s father pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling heavily. “You’re being unreasonable.”But Deborah wasn’t listening. “Demian is useless. I don’t see why we are eve
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Eight
At that moment Jessica's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. A creeping uncertainty settled in her chest as Victoria's words replayed in her head. She then remembered, she Didn't even ask Damien if he was the one who saved her? Her brows furrowed, and she swallowed hard.She had been so sure, so convinced. But now… now the doubt clawed at her, whispering a question she hadn’t considered before. ‘What if I just assumed he was the one?’She murmured to herself.She glanced at Victoria, who was watching her closely, arms still crossed, waiting for her to crack. Jessica’s heartbeat quickened.‘Could it be that someone else saved me?’The thought unsettled her. She remembered seeing Damien’s face before she passed out.‘But… did I really? Or was I just hoping it was him?’Her mind scrambled through that terrifying night, replaying it like a fragmented dream. The sounds of her own heavy breathing. The fear constricting her chest. The darkness. Then… a figure, strong and swift, cut
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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
