Kevin Lang frowned at the screen of his television set, watching the feature news story on the opening of the new clinic by Calvin Hudson. Elongated lines of patients snaked through opened doors and poured from one picture to another, and the bustling activity had all the surrounding streets jammed. The voice of the reporter, filled with admiration, contrasted sharply with the eerie silence that reigned throughout all the corridors of the Lang Hospital.Kevin felt his fingers tighten on the remote, his knuckles turning white. "How does such a small-time healer outshine us with our state-of-the-art facility?" he muttered.The simmering anger rubbed itself against the racing thoughts he was having. Quite suddenly, that spark of inspiration was ignited deep within, born from the frustration in his head. He wouldn't let Calvin Hudson outdo him at his own game. A sly smile curved his lips as he picked up his phone. Very calculatedly, he pressed the following number and planned his next mov

Calvin received his last patient for the day. The hours had flown by, and now it was already late into the night. A man entered, his face etched with worry. "Good evening, Doctor. I’ve been having trouble breathing at night," he said, his voice tinged with anxiety."Please, have a seat," Calvin responded, gesturing to the examination chair. As the man sat down, Calvin began his scan, his powers allowing him to examine the man's body in intricate detail. He focused, scanning for any abnormalities, but found nothing seriously wrong. Aside from some minor issues like occasional acid reflux and signs of sleep deprivation, the man appeared to be in good health.Calvin's brow furrowed as he finished the scan. "You’re healthy," he said, meeting the man's eyes. "There's nothing in your body that should be causing severe breathing problems. Are you sure you’re not leaving anything out?"The man, whose name tag read "Daniel," looked taken aback. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I... I did

In the middle of the night, Calvin woke up abruptly, thoughts of Lizzie still swirling in his mind. He quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to Lizzie's door, pressing his ear against it to listen for any unusual sounds. There was nothing but the gentle rhythm of her breathing. He sighed in relief and returned to his room, his mind racing with plans to find a way to temporarily take the pendant from Lizzie.Calvin lay awake for a while, thinking about the pendant and its potential dangers. He needed a good reason to ask Lizzie for it without alarming her. Eventually, sleep claimed him again, though it was a restless and uneasy slumber.The next morning, Calvin awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. He got up and went to the kitchen, where he found Lizzie bustling about, looking healthy and cheerful. The sight of her well-being brought a smile to his face and a sense of relief to his heart."Good morning," Calvin greeted, his voice still groggy from sleep."Good morning, big brother," L

Calvin's heart sank, a heavy weight settling in his chest, but he maintained his composure. "May I see the email?" he asked calmly, though his voice held a slight tremor. Cynthia handed him the tablet, her expression a mix of professionalism and sympathy. Calvin took it, his eyes scanning the official message. Each word seemed to blur into the next, but the gravity of the situation was unmistakable. Someone had acted swiftly and decisively to undermine his practice."There's got to be a mistake," Calvin said, handing the tablet back to Cynthia. "These licenses were all valid and properly obtained. There must be some misunderstanding." Cynthia nodded, though her demeanor remained stern. "I understand your frustration, Mr. Hudson. However according to this email, you need to close your clinic until you can regain the proper permissions. There’s nothing we can do about it right now."Calvin felt a surge of frustration but knew arguing wouldn't help. He took a deep breath, trying to stead

Lionel and Kevin Lang sat in the sprawling garden of the Lang family mansion, sipping tea and sharing a rare moment of camaraderie. The meticulously landscaped grounds, with their perfectly trimmed hedges and blooming flower beds, seemed to bask in the duo's shared sense of triumph. Their laughter echoed through the serene setting, a testament to their recent successes and devious plans.Kevin leaned back in his ornate, wrought-iron chair, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. He twirled his teacup slowly, savoring the moment. "Our plan is working perfectly, Father. Calvin can't open his clinic again. We've successfully shut him down," he declared, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.Lionel nodded, a proud smile lighting up his face as he took another sip of his tea. "Indeed, Kevin. It was a brilliant plan. With my influence at the health department, they'll be too intimidated to grant Calvin his licenses again. We've ensured his downfall," Lionel said, his tone brimming wi