Logan extended his hand and carefully picked up the sleek, metallic pen from the polished wooden table, and, with a steady and unwavering hand, meticulously signed the official divorce papers at the bottom, precisely beside the clearly marked line designated for his signature."Everything will end here," Logan thought to himself. "The ink strokes on this paper signify a truly new chapter in my life."He signed the papers swiftly and decisively, without a moment's hesitation or second thought. Then, with a somber and contemplative expression, he handed the finalized document back to Emily, who stood waiting across from him, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions.Emily took the document with quick movements, almost as if she couldn't believe Logan would actually sign it. Surprise and disbelief were evident on Ariana's face. Her forehead furrowed as she stared sharply at Logan.She thought, "I was prepared for Logan to kneel and kiss my feet just to get me to call off his divorce from A
Logan zipped through the city streets on his electric scooter, a newfound determination glinting in his eyes. The hospital incident had been a turning point, pushing him to turn a fresh page in his life. He was headed to Dragon Valley, the most exclusive neighborhood in Southriver Hill.Logan arrived and parked his scooter in front of a grand real estate agency, its glass windows and luxurious decor exuding opulence.Entering the office, Logan immediately sensed a cold, dismissive atmosphere. The staff eyed him with disdain, judging his modest appearance and his scooter. To them, someone like him couldn't possibly afford even the cheapest home in Dragon Valley.Logan ignored their looks and walked confidently to the reception desk, clearing his throat. "Good morning," he said firmly. "I'd like to see the most luxurious residence you have."The receptionist, a young woman with neatly tied blonde hair, raised her eyebrows and looked at Logan as if he were joking. "You're not fooling, s
Logan frowned, feeling uncomfortable with this sudden situation. Shania looked at him with a caring gaze, as if trying to understand any doubts he might have."Logan, you should not hesitate to work with me," Shania said in a soft yet firm voice. "If you have any doubts about the salary I'll give you, don't worry. I can make sure you get at least five thousand dollars a month."Logan shook his head slowly. "Thank you, Ms. Moore, but right now I still want to recuperate after my divorce. I want to spend my savings on fun before I go back to work."Shania looked at Logan with a mixture of pity and admiration. She still saw this ordinary man in front of her as The Masked Doctor, the hero who had saved her life. In her heart, she felt a great debt of gratitude. Slowly, an idea came to her mind.Shania muttered in her mind, 'I can buy this man a decent house in return. Perhaps, it will lighten the burden of guilt in my heart a little.'Logan, what is your purpose in coming here? Do you int
Logan settled into the plush seat of Shania’s sleek black sedan, the car’s engine purring softly as they pulled away from the real estate agency. They followed the agent’s car toward Block A in Dragon Valley, the anticipation palpable between them. Shania stole occasional glances at Logan, her unease growing as they neared their destination.Block A was renowned for its opulent residences, homes with sprawling modern designs perched majestically on the hillside. As they entered the neighborhood, Shania’s eyes flitted from one grand house to another. Each residence seemed more impressive than the last, from classic mansions with imposing columns to contemporary marvels of glass and steel, complete with infinity pools and manicured gardens.A tightness grew in Shania’s chest. The magnitude of the homes around them was overwhelming, and the thought of presenting one of these extravagant properties to Logan filled her with doubt. What if Logan wasn’t The Masked Doctor, the enigmatic figur
"Huh?"Logan instinctively recoiled as the man's lips hovered mere millimeters from the tip of his shoe."Sir, please spare my life!" The salesman pleaded desperately, his voice cracking with fear. As Logan stepped back, the man abruptly began banging his own head on the ground three times, blood streaming down his forehead and face.Tears mingled with blood as the salesman continued, his voice choked with remorse, "I have eyes, yet I cannot see your greatness clearly! I have committed a grave error and deserve severe punishment from you!"The salesman appeared utterly despondent, having encountered a millionaire only to offend him in a deeply immoral manner.Meanwhile, Logan's facial expression remained largely unchanged."Stop your nonsense," Logan said flatly. "You've injured yourself; don't expect me to bear responsibility for your foolishness."The salesman lifted his face, gazing earnestly at Logan, his expression tinged with confusion."But, Master, I humiliated you earlier..."
"Mr. Marx's affliction stemmed not from his heart, but from an altogether different source."As those words were spoken, all eyes turned confidently towards Logan as he made his approach."My grandmother suffered from the very symptoms you're experiencing, Mr. Marx," Logan said deliberately. "All it took was a cup of warm ginger, and her ailment vanished for good. It's worth a try now."Logan spoke with unwavering confidence and conviction, his words resonating as though they came from the mouth of a seasoned physician, instilling assurance in those around him.Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Shania's attention became captivated by Logan. Her eyes, usually serene and observant, now held a glint of fascination and curiosity as they remained fixed on him. It was as if she was drawn to his presence, his confidence echoing in her mind, mingling with her own thoughts and impressions. She found herself increasingly intrigued by his words and demeanor, a subtle admiration beginning
Logan meticulously examined John Marx. His breathing was barely audible, and his heartbeat was weakening further. John lay with a pale complexion and cold to the touch, intensifying the already ominous atmosphere surrounding them.Logan felt confusion enveloping him as he assessed John's critical condition. Suddenly, a transparent screen materialized before him, emanating from The Masked Doctor system.DING![System detects genuine kindness from the host][System grants knowledge module named Acupressure!]An intense electric current surged into Logan's head, rapidly spreading and branching throughout the intricate network of his brain. This sudden surge of energy ignited a searing, burning sensation that flooded his mind, overwhelming his senses and causing him to stagger unsteadily for a moment, fighting to regain his balance.With his eyes tightly closed, Logan could feel an overwhelming flood of information about the ancient practice of acupressure pouring into his consciousness.
Bruno pivoted towards Shania, his expression etched with frustration. "What are you trying to say?"Shania returned his gaze with intensity. "You're not The Masked Doctor. You were just standing there, watching."Mark released his embrace of Bruno, turning to Shania with a puzzled expression. "Is there another doctor, Shania?"Shania drew in a deep breath, her voice steadying. "Bruno's not telling the truth. He's not the Masked Doctor. The true Masked Doctor saved your father. He applied acupressure to Mr. Marx's crucial points and rescued him."Mark asked again, "If there was another doctor who saved my father, where is he now?"Shania looked around, hoping Logan was still there. However, Logan had disappeared. "He's gone," she said softly. "But I swear, it wasn't Bruno."As Shania insisted that Bruno wasn't the one who saved John Marx, Mark appeared bewildered. His gaze darted between Shania and Bruno, searching for the truth amid their conflicting expressions.Taking a deep breath
Harrison's skin prickled as Logan's whisper cut sharply into his ear, cold, unfeeling, and arrogant. His body trembled slightly, realizing Logan was deadly serious. He felt a profound, unprecedented fear wash over him.Logan continued, "Obey me carefully, you old far. If you don't cooperate, you will die. Dismiss all of Ariana's demands against me. Do not impose any penalties that would harm me. Instead, you must ensure Ariana compensates for all of this.""But…" Harrison began to protest."Shut your mouth," Logan hissed like a snake. "Don't you realize your life and death are in my hands, old man?!"Judge Harrison immediately fell silent. Logan felt he had made himself perfectly clear. With a final pat on the judge's shoulder, he stood up and turned to face the room, surveying the gathered crowd.DING![Wow, you really know the fastest way to become popular, don't you?]Logan scratched his head, ignoring the system widget blinking in front of him.[Even though popularity gives a plea
"Logan's trap?" Natalie raised an eyebrow. "I can't believe you're talking nonsense in such a critical situation, Bruno. If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, I'll file a negative report about you!""Listen to me until I damn finish!" Bruno raised his voice. "What's gotten into you, Natalie? How can you believe that a cup of warm ginger can cure a serious internal condition like variceal hematemesis? The ginger might actually harm our patient. What if Logan is trying to kill Judge Harrison to avoid criminal charges? Haven't you thought of that?"Natalie fell silent, the truth in Bruno's words dawning on her. If Judge Harrison died, the next judge might impose a lighter sentence on Logan, or even acquit him. It made perfect sense that Logan had a motive to kill the judge.Natalie lifted her head and eyed Logan suspiciously. She hesitated before asking, "Is what Bruno said about you true?"Logan gave a cryptic smile, shrugged casually, and said, "Believe Bruno or believe me,
Bruno abandoned his medical equipment and stood up. He waved to the perimeter guards, signaling them to let Logan through."Let him through," he ordered.Following Bruno's direct order, the guards immediately parted and allowed Logan to pass through.On the other side, Troye approached Shania, doubt evident in his voice. "Miss Moore, does Logan really have medical skills?"Shania shot Troye a sharp glance but said nothing.Troye cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable. "I know you're angry at me for giving up so easily. I just want to make sure..."Shania sighed deeply, then spoke softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. You need to see it for yourself."Troye nodded slowly, refocusing on Logan, who stood close to Bruno and Natalie. Logan's eyes burned with a blend of anger and resentment aimed at Bruno. Bruno twitched nervously, attempting to conceal his unease.Logan ignored Bruno completely and turned to Natalie, who regarded him with curious eyes."Logan Maxwell," she mur
All eyes fixed on Logan with curious expressions and whispers rippling through the crowd."Logan, a mere janitor, assisting Judge Harrison? Impossible," someone remarked incredulously."Perhaps he imagines mopping hospital floors has somehow imparted medical knowledge," another replied. "Still, Judge Harrison's illness is grave. Just observe how seasoned doctors like Natalie and Bruno appear to wrestle with despair.""I see. Logan is too naive if he believes he can measure up to the medical expertise of Dr. Natalie and Dr. Bruno."Despite the barrage of disparaging remarks directed his way, Logan remained unperturbed. His smile persisted, radiating unshakable confidence.The officer in front of Logan chuckled softly and asked, "I don't quite follow your reasoning. Have you pursued medical education before and obtained a medical degree?"Logan simply shook his head. The officer chuckled again, joined now by several participants behind him, who also began to laugh softly.With a restrai
Lying on the floor, his body convulsing, blood continued to spurt from the judge's mouth.The room fell silent for a moment before the officers sprang into action. Logan watched as the courtroom guards quickly surrounded Harrison, who was convulsing on the floor. Meanwhile, the people in the audience stood up from their seats, straining to get a better view."Damn, Judge Harrison's hematemesis is acting up!" one of the officers shouted in panic. "Quick, call an ambulance!" He then turned to the entire courtroom, shouting loudly, "Is there a doctor here?"Bruno immediately raised his hand confidently, thinking he would be the sole hero for Judge Harrison. However, someone else also raised their hand from the back row. "A neurologist here!" the voice shouted.Logan turned toward the voice, spotting a woman in the back corner of the courtroom with her hand raised high. Frowning, Logan realized something."Isn't that Natalie Harper, one of the most renowned doctors at Southriver Hospital
After a few minutes, a voice over the intercom announced that the trial was about to start. Logan, Shania, and Troye exchanged a few final words, finished their snacks, and stood up, ready to face what was coming."Huff, just a few more hours and this will all be over," Shania said with a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, Logan. They can't charge you that easily."Shania smiled confidently, certain they would soon win the trial with Troye's help. But just as she was feeling optimistic, Troye spoke up in a hesitant tone, "Actually, Miss Moore, I can't guarantee Mr. Kane will win this trial. Please don't be overconfident."Shania frowned and asked in bewilderment, "I thought you could expose the judge's corruption with your speaking skills. Are you saying you can't—""You're mistaken," Troye interrupted, his tone tinged with offense as he sensed the accusation in Shania's words. "I can expose the judge's crimes to everyone, but he's still the one running this trial. Even if his corruption i
When all eyes fixed on Judge Harrison, the old man stayed silent, sweat beading on his forehead. Anyone, even a 4-year-old, could tell he was nervous. "This is highly unusual," someone half-whispered. "Judge Harrison is always professional in his work. In every trial he leads, his demeanor is consistent: cold, indifferent, and calm. But now..." Another person immediately agreed, stating that there was something different about Judge Harrison today. "Yet, this is just a divorce hearing," another interjected. "He shouldn't be making such complicated decisions since both parties want the separation. Why does he look like he's presiding over a criminal trial?" Aware that negative comments were mounting against him, Judge Harrison knew his silence would only lead to disaster. He decisively rapped his gavel, startling everyone. "The trial will reconvene after lunch," he stated curtly. "What?!" The room instantly buzzed with murmurs as people exchanged bewildered glances at Judge Harri
As the attendees in the courtroom began to settle down, the door at the back opened, and a dignified man in a black robe entered the room. It was Judge Harrison, an elderly man with thinning white hair, yet exuding an aura of undeniable authority. Everyone in the room immediately stood up as a sign of respect."Please be seated," Judge Harrison commanded with a deep, authoritative voice, after taking his place at the judge's bench. He rapped his gavel once, signaling the start of the trial.The attendees settled back into their seats, the atmosphere growing intensely serious. Judge Harrison surveyed the entire room with keen eyes before continuing."The divorce trial between Ariana and Logan is officially commencing," he announced, his voice resonating throughout the room. "Counsel for the plaintiff, please present your demands."Ariana's lawyer, a middle-aged man with a slick demeanor, stood up and moved to the front. His name was Ronald Baxter, notorious for his aggressive tactics.
Without a pause, Emily's hand shot out, the slap echoing sharply in the tense silence that followed.SLAP!"You sorry excuse for a man!" Emily's voice sliced through the air, dripping with scorn. "Logan's barely out of his twenties, and you, well past fifty. Aren't you ashamed, cowering before someone half your age?"At her words, Soegi's gaze swept over Logan, taking in the young man's muscular frame, a stark contrast to his own frail, aging body.Comparing himself to Logan was like measuring earth against the sky—utterly unfair and illogical."Honey," Soegi pleaded, his voice strained. "Please, let's not say things that defy reason. How could an old man possibly outperform a young one?"However, immediately after Soegi uttered those words, another slap landed on his face, even harder than the first. His wrinkled face flushed crimson, resembling a boiled crab."Age dictates everything," his wife scolded once more. "If I say you can defeat Logan, then you must! I won't tolerate any ex