“Have you seen the news? He’s a war god. This is an extraordinary opportunity to see and get to know a war god in person,” said Timone, filled with admiration for the war god figure. Aurora replied, “Yes, I know!” Not only did she know, but Aurora was the one who recorded and uploaded the video. “What’s wrong with you? Why do you seem so unenthusiastic?” Timone asked bitterly. “Are you really confident in Richard? I heard he’s betting with Eric tomorrow about healing Mr. Torvik,” Timone added. Aurora nodded, fully aware of it. “Yes, I know! Richard has convinced me, and he’ll be fine tomorrow.” Seeing Aurora’s firm response and serious gaze, Timone was stunned for a moment before raising her voice. “Richard convinced you? With what? Aurora, don’t be so naive! You’re blinded by love. Richard can’t give you happiness.” Growing impatient, Timone continued lecturing Aurora. “Aurora, in my opinion, Mr. Eric is a much better match for you. He’s infinitely more remarkable

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone was jolted. A moment later, sarcastic laughter began to echo among them.The old doctor looked at Richard with a contemptuous expression. He thought Richard was being absurd. But Richard didn’t care. He stared at Torvik’s face seriously and said, “Don’t be too quick to deny me. I’m saying this because I have evidence!”“So, these memory cells were lost around March, 27 years ago. Here, only one segment was detected because when I checked your pulse, I felt a segment of nerve cells was severed. Someone forcibly took part of your memory.”“Because of this... Every middle of the month, your memory and nerve cells become chaotic. You will easily get extremely angry, even capable of killing anyone you encounter. But during those times, you won’t remember anything or anyone.”“Mr. Torvik, is my guess correct?” Richard asked to confirm.Richard’ explanation made Torvik’s face turn as pale as paper. He looked at Richard in shock and disbelief. He

“Mr. Torvik!” someone else shouted.It seemed that just when Reginald was feeling pleased because Richard was about to die, Torvik, who had been unconscious and was being examined by the elderly doctor, suddenly opened his eyes.Torvik’s gaze immediately fixed on Reginald with a murderous look. Instantly, Reginald went pale.And what terrified Reginald even more was the next scene.“Richard didn’t need to commit suicide. He’s a super genius doctor,” Torvik said firmly to Reginald.What?“Mr. Torvik, maybe your current condition has nothing to do with Richard!” Reginald continued to deny it. He couldn’t accept what Torvik had said.Frustrated, Torvik shoved his personal doctor, who still appeared in shock, and stood up.“What do you know? My body, I know it. I feel it. Richard has cured my old illness,” Torvik said with absolute certainty.Richard, with his hands in his pants pockets, kicked the dagger beneath him, sending it sliding and stopping right in front of Reginald and Eric.“Y

Honestly, up until now, Richard still didn’t know what had happened to him. He only remembered going to visit his grandfather to ask for an antidote for the Prime Minister. In the end, he was injected with anesthetic. When he regained consciousness, his grandfather had passed away. What was even stranger, though, was that he suddenly found himself possessing medical skills.Not quite. More precisely, whenever he encountered something related to medicine, memories related to it would automatically surface in his mind.Could it be...He had awakened a talent in his blood inherited from his grandfather?“Richard.” The voice calling his name snapped him out of his reverie. “Be honest. This is all just part of your tactic, right?”“Exactly, exactly. You’re a man who wants to live depending on your wife’s family, in that small Almolia City, no less. On top of that, you’re an ungrateful adopted son who killed your adoptive family. Orphans, with no background. How could you have learned such

Richard stood just a few meters away, his smile radiating happiness—a stark irony in the current situation.“Doesn’t Mr. Richard have exceptional medical skills? Quickly, have him check on Mr. Eric’s condition.” “Yes, yes, Mr. Richard, save Mr. Eric quickly!” The crowd began urging Richard forward. On the sidelines, Aurelian observed the man with an intense gaze. Then, politely, he stepped aside to allow Richard through. Eric’s bloodshot eyes glared at Richard, as if desperate to say something. But no words escaped his lips. Without a word, Richard checked Eric’s pulse. His movements were relaxed, almost nonchalant. With a sly grin, he said, “Eric, I told you before. I could have given you the title of War God. I’d even ensure you stayed in that position for the rest of your life. Until death took you.” “Look, haven’t I already helped make that happen for you?” Eric clutched his bleeding stomach, his teeth clenched as he forced out, “You’re the one who—” This time, Richard lean