As Edward gave Leon the needles, he ran his finger across it, and began to flick it, liking the feel in his hand.The young assistant scoffed. “Hmph, what a waste of time. I’ve never seen a dead person come back to life!”Edward shot him a sharp glance. “Enough. Leave the room.”The assistant hesitated for a moment, visibly taken aback, but eventually obeyed, leaving reluctantly.Edward turned his attention back to Leon. His voice softened. “Do you need my assistance?”Though he knew it was pointless, he still felt compelled to offer. Decades of medical practice had taught him that sometimes, people just needed to believe in something… if only to ease their own sorrow. That was how compassionate he was.Even toward strangers, he showed kindness and sympathy, qualities that had contributed to his esteemed name.Leon finally looked at him, considering. “Well, if you can help, then hold these two pressure points.”Edward’s eyes followed Leon’s precise gestures toward two locations—GV20,

Ignoring Edward’s shock, Leon retrieved one of the pills, crushed it into a fine powder, and mixed it with water before carefully administering it to Diane.Then with wide, unblinking eyes, Edward saw something beyond reason, beyond anything he had ever seen.Her wounds, deep and fatal only moments ago, began to close. Skin knit itself back together, bruises faded, and in mere seconds, her body looked as if it had never been injured at all. Bloodstains remained, but her skin beneath was flawless.“This… this is unbelievable!” he gasped, his voice filled with awe. He had spent his entire life in medicine, yet he had never encountered anything remotely close to what he was witnessing now.He looked at Leon and began to wonder, ‘Who really is this young man? There's no way an ordinary human can do this.’His eyes drifted to the golden pills still resting in the pot. Their value was immeasurable. These small pellets had the power to heal wounds that should have taken weeks, if not months

Diane returned home to a small and old area of Brookdale where she and her parents lived. It was a three-bedroom flat, and also small compared to the luxury they used to live in when things were better for them.The Lancasters ranked eighth among Brookdale’s top ten prominent families, and Diane’s father, Donald Lancaster, had once been set to inherit the family’s empire. As the eldest son, he was groomed for leadership, the future president of Lancaster Enterprises.But everything changed.Donald was suddenly accused of gambling and embezzling family funds. The allegations were damning, and his younger brother, David Lancaster, seized the opportunity to discredit him in front of their father, convincing him of Donald’s incompetence, and the fact that Donald had no son, no male heir, only made things worse.Donald took a hard fall because of everything.The family’s patriarch, old Gregory Lancaster, reclaimed every property under his name. The grand mansion Donald’s family once called

As they drove, Edward began to brief Leon about the situation. “Mr. Jarvis Grave is the top most prominent man in the country, but his only son and heir was involved in a DUI incident last year. He’s been in a coma ever since. Even doctors like myself have been unable to treat his condition.” Leon remained silent, his gaze fixed out the window. Edward continued, “Mr. Grant, after witnessing the miraculous effects of the restoration pill, requested another from me and presented it as a gift to Mr. Grave. As expected, the wounds from the accident healed completely. However, the boy remains in a coma. That’s why Mr. Grave has personally demanded you to treat his son.” Leon kept quiet, while staring at the window and one would think he wasn't listening. He was watching the world blur past. The car was impressive, smooth, powerful, far superior to the taxi he had taken earlier. Even though he understood how these machines worked, he found himself mildly impressed. Edward, growing