Marrying the secret divine healer turned Billionaire

Chapter Eight

Damien on the other hand, there was no emergency in the hospital. He was on his way to meet a special client so he took a taxi to the airport where the person was waiting with a private plane.

He adjusted his cufflinks as the private plane touched down smoothly on a secluded airstrip. The Ling family had gone to great lengths to arrange this meeting, and though Damien wasn’t one to indulge in frivolities, their request had piqued his interest.

He stepped out of the plane and was greeted by an impeccably dressed butler, who bowed deeply.

"Mr. Cross," the butler said, "Thank you for coming on such short notice. The car is ready to take us to the Ling mansion."

Damien nodded, "please, lead the way."

The butler occasionally glanced nervously at Damien, as though gauging whether the man beside him could deliver the miracle he hoped for. When they arrived, Damien stepped out of the car and was momentarily taken aback. The mansion was breathtaking.

"Impressive," Damien murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

The butler led him inside and they eventually stopped at a set of double doors guarded by two staff members. The butler gestured for them to open the doors, revealing a room filled with medical equipment.

Inside, a team of doctors hovered around a frail woman who lay motionless on a large bed. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, and the beeping monitors underscored the situation.

"This is Madam Ling," the butler said quietly. "She has been in a coma for two years due to heart failure. Despite having the best doctors, nothing has worked. Her children have abandoned her, waiting for her to die so they can claim the inheritance."

Damien stepped closer to the bed, his eyes scanning the monitors and the woman before him.

"Mr. Cross?" came a sharp, disdainful voice. Damien turned to see the lead doctor, a tall man in his mid-forties, with a stethoscope slung over his shoulders like a badge of honor. "I’m Dr. Whitaker, the head physician here. And you are…?"

"Damien Cross," Damien replied evenly.

Dr. Whitaker scoffed, crossing his arms. "Yes, I know your name. But what exactly do you think you can do here? This woman has had every test, every treatment. I’m the best there is, and even I couldn’t help her. What’s a… nurse, of all things, going to accomplish?"

Damien ignored the jab and stepped closer to the patient. His gaze flickered to the butler, "What about my consultation f*e?"

The butler hesitated, looking down. "I… I used all my personal savings to bring you here. Madam Ling has no access to her wealth as she is unconscious, and her children… they won’t pay."

Damien stared at him for a moment, then gave a small nod. "I’ll do it for free."

The butler’s eyes widened, and he began to stammer his gratitude, but Damien raised a hand to silence him. "Clear the room."

"What?" Dr. Whitaker’s voice rose in disbelief. "You want us to leave? That’s absurd. I’m not going anywhere. I want to see this so-called magic you think you can perform."

Damien turned his piercing gaze to the doctor. "If you’re as skilled as you claim, you should know when to let someone else take the lead."

The doctor bristled, his face reddening. "Listen here, Mr. Cross, this is my patient, and I have no intention of—"

"I can’t work with noise," Damien interrupted sharply, he looked at the butler. "Give me an hour. No interruptions."

The butler hesitated, glancing nervously at Dr. Whitaker before bowing his head. "Understood."

He gestured for the other doctors and nurses to leave. Dr. Whitaker spluttered, clearly furious, but the butler’s insistence finally forced him to leave the room with the others.

As soon as the doors closed, the room fell into an eerie silence which was the way Damien liked it. He took a deep breath as he approached the madam.

"Let’s see what we’re dealing with," he muttered, more to himself. He placed his hands gently on her temples, closing his eyes. To the casual observer, it might have looked like a simple examination, but Damien was far from ordinary.

For years, he had kept his extraordinary gift hidden, a gift that allowed him to sense and heal the most dangerous injuries and illnesses. His hands began to emit a faint warmth, his focus entirely on the woman before him.

The minutes trickled by and the only sound that could be heard was the beeping of the monitors. Damien kept his brows furrowed as he worked, his hands moving from her temples to her chest then to her wrist. He could feel her responding to treatment little by little so he added a little more energy into it.

"You’ve been through a lot," he murmured softly, as though speaking to her soul. "But let’s see if we can bring you back."

The warmth in his hands grew stronger, and he felt the faintest response from her body, a flicker of life, a spark trying to reignite. The woman was a fighter and that made his work a whole lot easier.

Outside the room, Dr. Whitaker paced angrily. "This is ridiculous. What could he possibly be doing in there?"

"Quiet," the butler snapped, his patience wearing thin from having to deal with the arrogant doctor. "Mr. Cross agreed to help when no one else would. You had two years, and you failed. Let him work."

Dr. Whitaker’s face turned an ugly shade of red, but he said nothing more.

After an hour, Damien opened the door. He stepped out, his expression unreadable.

"How is she?" the butler asked, his voice trembling. He was the only friend his madam had and as such, he had to resort to these drastic measures to seek help for her.

He wiped his hands on a towel, "She’s stable for now. Her body’s been given the push it needed, but she’ll need rest and proper care to recover fully."

The butler’s eyes filled with tears, and he bowed deeply. "Thank you… thank you so much."

Dr. Whitaker, however, looked incredulous. "What did you do?"

Damien met his gaze with a level stare. "I did what you couldn’t."

Dr. Whitaker’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

Damien turned to the butler. "I’ll check on her in three days. Until then, follow my instructions exactly."

He wrote something on a piece of paper and passed it to the butler.

“Make sure you obey those instructions. Any mistake could lead to a bigger mess than it already is. I need to head back.”