Upon hearing what Mr.Drake just said.Caleb stood frozen, his face drained of all color. His mind raced as Mr.Drake’s words echoed in his head. Kicked out of the association? Without being told he knew the importance, the implications were catastrophic. The business connections, the influence, the deals—it was all tied to the association. Losing that membership would cripple his family’s business.“President Drake,” Caleb stammered, stepping forward with desperation in his eyes. “Please, this must be a misunderstanding. I was only trying to maintain order. I didn’t mean to—”Immediately Mr.Drake’s icy glare cut him off. “Enough,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Your actions tonight have embarrassed this institution.” His gaze flicked toward Raymond, making the tension in the room even heavier.At that moment Caleb swallowed hard, his knees threatening to buckle. “I’ll make it right,” he pleaded. “Please, President Drake, reconsider—”But Drake didn't even flinch. Wi

Raymond frowned, his skepticism clear. “A key? To what? It’s just a ring.”Immediately Drake shook his head, a faint smile touching his lips as if he had expected this response. “It contains energy, Master Raymond. A power your family has safeguarded for generations. But it’s dormant—waiting for the right moment and the right person to awaken it.”Hearing what Drake just said, Raymond’s confusion deepened, his gaze shifting between the ring and Drake. “And you think I’m the right person?”“I know you are,” Drake replied firmly. “But to access it, we need something only you can provide—your blood.”Raymond stiffened, leaning back slightly. “My blood? What are you planning to do with it?”“Only what’s necessary,” Drake said calmly. “The ring was crafted to respond to your lineage. A single drop of your blood will awaken it. Trust me—this isn’t something to fear. It’s something to embrace.”However Raymond hesitated, the weight of Drake’s words pressing down on him. He glanced at the

Not long after Malisa and Raymond arrived at the hospital.The air in the VIP ward was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, the hushed whispers of doctors and nurses filling the space as Raymond and Malisa stepped inside.Malisa’s grandfather lay motionless on the hospital bed. A group of specialists stood nearby, their faces etched with frustration and uncertainty.“We’ve done everything we can,” one of the doctors muttered, shaking his head. “We still can’t determine the root cause.”At that moment Malisa’s brows furrowed in concern before she turned to Raymond. “Let him take a look,” she said firmly. Upon hearing what Malisa just said.A murmur rippled through the room as skeptical glances were exchanged. Then, a sharp voice cut through the tension.At that moment her cousin Kelly looked Raymond up and down, immediately his jaw tightened. “Malisa, you want this thing to have a look at grandfather?”he said with a bitter mockery before facing Raymond "Are you a doctor?”Raymond

His eyes settled on her, warmth returning to them. “Malisa... I feel—” He paused, flexing his fingers before touching his chest. “I feel... strong again.”“Father?” Malisa's father stepped forward, voice shaking. His hands trembled as he touched his father's wrist, feeling the strong, steady pulse.Immediately Malisa‘s grandfather sat up straight. No wheezing. No tremors. He looked at his hands in wonder.Kelly, who minutes ago had called Raymond a fraud, stood frozen. The blood drained from his face as he watched his uncle move with ease. His mouth opened, but no words came.“How...is this even possible.” Dr Nathaniel. stumbled back. Twenty years of medical experience hadn't prepared him for this. He checked the monitors again, rubbing his eyes. “These readings... they're better than before he got sick.”At that moment Malisa's father looked at Raymond, really looked at him for the first time. Gone was the arrogant businessman who'd dismissed him. Now he just stood there, strugg

The old man’s face lit up. “Ah, Mr. Raymond, you’re in luck. I am the president of the city’s medical association. In a few days, we’re hosting a grand medical conference. It’s the biggest event of the year—experts from all over the world will be there, presenting groundbreaking research, showcasing rare herbs, and even electing the new state presidents for the medical associations. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”Raymond’s eyes widened, a flicker of excitement breaking through his usual calm demeanor. “Rare herbs? From all over the world?”“Exactly,” the old man said with a smile. “And as a token of my gratitude, I’d like to give you this.” He pulled out a sleek, black VIP card embossed with gold lettering. “This is one of only ten in the entire country. It grants you access to every exhibit, every presentation, and every exclusive event at the conference. If the herbs you’re looking for exist, you’ll find them there.”Raymond took the card, his fingers brushing over the intr