As Calvin helped Miranda and James into their car, he suddenly heard a soft "Ding!" followed by a voice in his mind: [User Calvin Hudson, you have successfully saved another patient. Mr. Dew's leg does not need to be amputated thanks to your treatment. You have earned one point, which you can redeem at any time for a monetary reward. The amount will be revealed upon redemption.]Calvin paused for a moment, slightly taken aback by the unexpected system message. This was not the first time he had heard the system’s voice, but it always came as a surprise. He processed the information quickly, then allowed a small smile to play across his lips. The system’s rewards were always a pleasant bonus to his work, but his real satisfaction came from helping people like James.Climbing into his car, Calvin took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. As he started the engine, he thought about the next steps. James was safe for now, but Calvin knew there would be more challenges ahead.

Kevin Lang had heard the rumors swirling around him, and it was doing no favors for his hospital's reputation. Frustrated and enraged, he slammed his fist down on his desk, causing papers and medical supplies to scatter. "This is all because of Calvin Hudson!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty office.In his fury, Kevin almost didn't hear his phone ringing. He was about to smash it in his rage when he noticed the caller ID. It was his father, Lionel Lang. Kevin's stomach twisted with anxiety as he answered the call, his voice trembling. "Dad?""Kevin, what the hell is going on over there?" Lionel's voice was harsh and demanding, the kind of tone that always made Kevin feel like a child being scolded.Kevin stammered, trying to find the right words. "Dad, it's... it's complicated. There was a patient, Mr. Dew, and—""I don't want excuses, Kevin," Lionel interrupted, his tone icy. "I want answers. The hospital's reputation is on the line, and I've got investors breathing d

Calvin woke up in the morning, holding the family heirloom that he always wore around his neck. He smiled, reminiscing about how this heirloom had drastically changed his life. Perhaps this was why his parents had insisted that he keep it safe and never sell it, no matter how desperate they were for money. Now, Calvin understood its true value. It wasn't just a piece of jewelry; it was the legacy of his family, imbued with the power that had transformed his destiny.He carefully tucked the heirloom back under his shirt and got out of bed, ready to face the day. As he stepped into the hallway, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, and he made his way to the kitchen. Lizzie was already there, dressed in a beautiful floral dress. She looked different than usual, radiating a glow that caught Calvin's attention."Oh, it looks like my little sister has a date today," Calvin teased, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe.Lizzie's cheeks

Meanwhile, back in the marketing office, Calvin was finalizing his decision on the unit he wanted. The sales representative, unaware of the machinations happening behind the scenes, was busy preparing the necessary paperwork. She handed him a pen and the initial documents to sign."This is a fantastic choice, Mr. Hudson," she said brightly, her eyes sparkling with the prospect of a successful sale. "You'll have a perfect blend of residential and commercial space, ideal for your new venture."Calvin smiled as he signed the documents, feeling a sense of optimism and excitement for the future. "I'm really looking forward to making this space my own," he said, his voice full of anticipation. "It’s the perfect location."As Calvin handed back the signed papers, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He couldn't wait to get started on his new business. Little did he know, James Perry was already plotting his next move, determined to sabotage Calvin's new venture before it could even begin.In h

When Calvin left the office, feeling a mix of determination and satisfaction, the real estate manager couldn't hide his smug expression. He pulled out his phone and dialed James Perry's number, eager to share the news."Mr. Perry, it's done," the manager said, pride evident in his voice. "Calvin Hudson tried to purchase a SoHo unit, but I made sure he couldn't. I told him we don't do business with frauds and sent him packing. He looked pretty upset," the manager added, chuckling.On the other end of the line, James Perry felt a brief moment of satisfaction. "Good job," he replied, his voice cold and approving. "You did well. Keep up the good work."The manager beamed, pleased that he had managed to impress his boss. He had been nervous about this confrontation, but seeing Calvin's frustration had been more gratifying than he anticipated. The praise from James Perry made his day. He imagined the smooth sailing ahead in his career, believing he had secured his place by pleasing the powe