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
Shania sat comfortably in a nail treatment chair positioned in the serene ambiance of her spacious living room. Elegant decor adorned the space, complemented by the gentle flicker of lavender-scented candles that filled the air with a calming aroma.A personal attendant meticulously attended to Shania's nails while she consulted her daily schedule on the tablet in her hand. The serene ambiance of her tastefully decorated living room was momentarily disrupted by the ringing of her phone, the name "Logan" illuminating the screen. Instantly, Shania motioned for the attendant to pause, her interest piqued by the unexpected interruption."Please pause for a moment," she requested with a nervous yet eager smile. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the phone. "This is important.""Hello, Logan," greeted Shania warmly. "How are you?""Shania, I'm struggling," Logan confessed, weariness evident in his voice, laden with exhaustion. "I really need your assistance—if you're willing."S
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
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.