Calvin took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil churning inside him. His eyes briefly flickered shut as he struggled to push past the exhaustion that clung to him like a heavy shroud. Every muscle in his body ached, and the familiar hum of energy he usually relied on was now reduced to a faint whisper. Yet, as he opened his eyes, he knew he had no choice but to press on. James stood before him, his arms crossed with that ever-present air of entitlement, while the health department officials loomed in the background like silent judges.The room felt stifling, the pressure nearly suffocating. Calvin could sense James’ impatience, a tangible force that threatened to boil over. And with the health officials watching his every move, their expressions cold and unreadable, Calvin knew the stakes couldn’t be higher. James had influence—enough to jeopardize everything Calvin had worked for if he didn’t handle this situation perfectly."Alright, James," Calvin said, his voice steady despi

The room was filled with a charged silence, punctuated only by the subtle hum of the clinic's equipment. The official’s eyes glinted with a malevolent satisfaction, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he crossed his arms over his chest. His posture was rigid, every inch of him radiating an air of superiority and disdain."If you fail, Dr. Hudson," Mr. Roland Price declared, his voice dripping with menace, "I'll see to it that your clinic is shut down for good. No more appeals, no second chances. Your license will be revoked permanently. The end of your career, just like that."James, standing close beside Mr. Price, interjected with a tone that cut through the room like a knife. His eyes were cold and accusing as he addressed Calvin. "You made a promise, Calvin. One more treatment, and you said I'd be cured. Don't think you can dodge your responsibility now."Calvin’s face remained a mask of calm resolve, despite the immense pressure bearing down on him. He met James' inten

Once they were in the car, Lizzie sank back into the seat with a deep, grateful sigh. The softness of the leather against her back and the steady rumble of the engine beneath her were soothing contrasts to the chaos they had just left behind. The city lights outside flickered past in a mesmerizing blur, each one a small beacon of hope cutting through the encroaching darkness of their situation. Lizzie stared out the window, letting the familiar rhythm of the car’s movement calm her frayed nerves. The journey to the hospital was a crucial step towards safety, and she took solace in the thought that the bustling, always-active environment of Lang Hospital would offer a buffer against Han Xin’s men.She glanced sideways at Calvin, whose face was illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, they shared a profound, wordless exchange. The silent communication between them was a testament to their deep sibling bond. They didn’t need words

Roland Price’s eyes darted back and forth across the test results, searching frantically for any sign of error, but the medical report was crystal clear—James Perry was indeed cancer-free. It was a conclusion that should have brought relief, but to Price, it was a bitter pill to swallow. His face tightened, brows knitting together in a frown, and his jaw clenched as he struggled to reconcile the reality before him.“This… this can’t be right,” Price muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. His eyes, now sharp with accusation, shot up to meet Calvin’s calm and steady gaze. “There’s no way this is accurate. No one can cure cancer with punches—this has to be a mistake.”The tension in the room thickened as Price’s words hung in the air. Calvin remained composed, his expression unreadable as he silently observed Price’s internal battle. Lizzie stood close by, her eyes flickering between the two men, ready to step in if necessary.Before the situation cou

The tension in the room grew thicker as the advanced medical machines hummed softly, meticulously scanning every inch of James's body. The doctors worked with practiced precision, their faces serious and focused. They knew the gravity of the situation—not just for James, but for the reputations and lives involved in this high-stakes drama.Roland Price, standing at the edge of the examination room, couldn’t contain his nerves. His voice cut through the quiet hum of the machines as he addressed the medical team. "Make sure you’re using the most advanced equipment," he insisted, his tone sharp with barely veiled desperation. "Double-check everything. There’s no room for error."One of the senior doctors, a tall man with graying hair and an air of authority, looked up from his work, his expression calm but firm. "Mr. Price, rest assured, we’re conducting the most thorough examination possible. This facility is equipped with the latest technology. You’ll get your answers."Calvin observed