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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
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Five
At that moment London couldn't hide his satisfaction, his smirk growing wider as he watched Serenity about taking action. Damien had no escape this time.Serenity, her expression ice-cold, held her phone to her ear. “Come over immediately,” she ordered, her voice clipped with authority. There was no hesitation, no doubt. She had heard enough, and she was done playing games.However Damien remained eerily calm, but his fists were clenched at his sides. He knew Serenity was angry, but this… this was a level of rage he hadn’t seen from her before. She wasn’t just angry—she was livid. And she was making sure he paid for what she believed he had done, with even thinking, and she believes that London and Winston cheap talk.London, emboldened by her reaction, let out a low chuckle. “That’s right, War Goddess Serenity. Make sure he pays for every single bit of it. This kind of fraud can’t go unpunished.”immediately Winston scoffed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Honestly, Damie
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Six
Upon hearing what the man just said. Serenity froze, her grip tightening around the phone as the weight of the situation sank in. The general needed the herb immediately. An emergency. A situation she hadn't anticipated. Her mind raced, her breath hitching slightly. But the herb was gone. At that moment Her gaze flickered down to the shattered remnants on the floor, her stomach twisting. She clenched her jaw. ‘Damn it.’ How was she going to explain this? London and Winston were watching her carefully, eager to see how she would handle the crisis. Even Damien, despite the accusations thrown at him just moments ago, had an unreadable expression. She opened her mouth to respond to the general, ready to admit that the herb had been destroyed. Ready to take responsibility for the failure. But before she could utter a single word, a voice interrupted her. “Give me the phone.” Serenity turned sharply, eyes narrowing as Damien took a step toward her, his gaze steady. She scoffed.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Seven
At that moment Winston’s voice carried a sharp edge as he stepped forward. “War Goddess Serenity, you can’t seriously be considering this. Don’t believe a single word coming out of Damien’s mouth.” His gaze flickered toward Damien with blatant disdain. “Yes, the general’s son is in critical condition, but do you really think he is the kind of man who can save him?”Immediately London scoffed, adding fuel to the fire.“Exactly. Look at him, War Goddess Serenity. Does this guy even look like he could treat a common fever, let alone someone who could be dead in three hours?” He shook his head with a smirk. “This is a joke. And if you let him walk out of here thinking he can actually do something, you’re making the biggest mistake.”Damien, standing with his arms crossed, exhaled quietly. He had no interest in arguing with men who only knew how to talk big and accomplish nothing.Winston, emboldened by London’s words, stepped even closer to Serenity. “Listen, I can make one call right
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Eight
At that moment Damien didn't hesitate. He moved with absolute precision, rolling up his sleeves as he reached into his box, retrieving another needle—this one slightly thicker than the first. The glow was gone, but its craftsmanship was different, sharper, as if it was designed for something far more dangerous.“Hold him steady,” Damien ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.However The general hesitated but eventually placed a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. Damien then leaned forward, carefully pressing his fingers against the boy’s abdomen, searching for the exact location where the poison had built up. When he found it, his expression darkened.The poison had completely taken over.“The herb’s resistance is gone,” Damien muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. “The poison is now unrestricted.”At that moment the general clenched his fists, his breath uneven. “You’re saying the herb wasn’t a cure?”“It was a temporary shield,” Damien corrected. “It fought the po
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Nine
At that moment Seeing how the general treated Damien with such deep respect, Serenity found herself stunned into silence.For the longest time, she had convinced herself that Damien was nothing more than an opportunist, someone who had simply been lucky enough to stumble upon rare opportunities and he took advantage of it. But the way he treated the boy—effortlessly, precisely, without a trace of hesitation—was something no mere amateur could do.It should have been a difficult procedure, one that would leave even seasoned doctors exhausted, but Damien?He hadn’t even broken a sweat.At that moment Serenity clenched her fists. How?The general, a man known for his rigid standards and distrust of outsiders, had not only acknowledged Damien but had also rewarded him.This wasn’t normal.Serenity found herself unsettled, something gnawing at the back of her mind. Had she been wrong about him all along? But she shoved the thought aside. Regardless of what had happened, the matter was sett
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty
At that moment Serenity didn’t waste time.She never wasted time.With a sharp breath, she pulled out her second phone—a secure line meant for military use. This wasn’t something she could entrust to a regular intelligence team. No, Damien was far too careful with that. If he was hiding something, it wouldn’t be found through simple background checks.That’s why she was using Deep Five.She dialed the number.The call barely rang before it was answered.“ War Goddess.” The voice was crisp, no emotion, just pure efficiency.“I need a full trace on someone. Damien.”There was no need for further explanation. Deep Five didn’t ask questions. They simply dug up the truth.“How far back?”“Fifteen years,” Serenity said without hesitation.A pause. “That deep?”Serenity’s eyes darkened. “That deep.”The voice on the other end hummed in acknowledgment.“Understood. Standard database search, or do we need access to military records?”Serenity clenched her jaw.“I don’t want standard records. I
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
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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
