The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Freeze

Calvin’s head throbbed with every beat of his heart, a dull, persistent ache that seemed to pulse in time with his ragged breaths. Bound to the metal chair, his wrists were chafed raw by the tight restraints, and every movement only seemed to intensify the pain. The room was dim and claustrophobic, the harsh light glaring directly into his face, blinding him and making it difficult to gauge his surroundings or plan an escape.

His mind raced, but his body felt sluggish and uncooperative. The drugs administered by his captors were clearly having an effect, clouding his thoughts and sapping his strength. Calvin tried to access his cultivation powers—an ability he had relied on in dire situations—but the effort felt like trying to grasp at smoke. The power was there, but it was as if something was blocking him, preventing him from tapping into it fully. Was it the drugs or his weakened state? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that he needed to buy time, to wait until he could regain his s