The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

I Always Know What I’m Doing

The group trudged onward through the desolate terrain, the sun beating down on their backs like an oppressive weight. The landscape was unforgiving—dust clouds swirled with each step, and the air was dry enough to crack skin. Jagged rocks jutted out from the ground like broken teeth, and the barren earth stretched out endlessly before them. Every now and then, the wind howled through the cracks in the rocks, giving the place an eerie, hollow echo.

Calvin walked at the front, his expression calm, though his mind was anything but. His eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the features of the land. He knew they were growing impatient. The heat, the fatigue, and the endless wasteland were gnawing at their resolve. It wouldn’t be long before someone snapped, and he needed to play this just right.

Behind him, the Han Xin soldiers grumbled among themselves. Their footsteps were heavy with frustration, and their hands tightened on their weapons. The tension between them and Calvin was palpable,