James’s face twisted in disbelief and irritation. “What? Me? I’m perfectly healthy! This is just another one of your pathetic attempts to prove yourself.”The head of the board, a stern man with gray hair and an air of authority, interjected, “Mr. Perry, please cooperate.” His voice brooked no argument, and the room fell silent.James huffed, glaring at Calvin, but reluctantly took his place at the table, his arms crossed defiantly. His body language screamed resistance, but Calvin, exuding confidence, approached him with a steady gaze. “Let me examine you,” he said, his tone calm yet authoritative.Calvin scanned James carefully, his eyes moving over him with clinical precision. He noted the subtle signs: the fatigue etched around James’s eyes, the pallor of his skin, and the slight tremor in his hands. There was something more serious at play, something James had been ignoring. Calvin’s intuition, now sharpened by his newfound powers, sensed an underlying issue exacerbated by James’
Kevin Lang, maintaining his cool demeanor, raised his hand to interrupt. “Before you proceed with the treatment, there should be a crosscheck to verify whether James actually has the condition you’ve diagnosed, Calvin. It’s entirely possible you’re fabricating this,” he said, his tone laced with skepticism.The Head of the Board, a stern-faced woman named Dr. Eleanor Mitchell, nodded in agreement. “Kevin Lang makes a valid point,” she said, her tone impartial but firm. “We need to conduct a thorough medical screening to confirm whether Mr. Perry indeed has early-stage pancreatic cancer. This is standard procedure to ensure the integrity of our trials.”Calvin remained composed, though his eyes flickered with a hint of irritation. “I understand,” he replied, his voice steady. “I’m confident in my diagnosis, and I’m willing to have it verified.”James, still reeling from the initial shock of Calvin’s diagnosis, looked between the members of the board, Kevin, and Calvin. “Fine,” he mutte
Kevin Lang, maintaining his cool demeanor, raised his hand to interrupt. “Before you proceed with the treatment, there should be a crosscheck to verify whether James actually has the condition you’ve diagnosed, Calvin. It’s entirely possible you’re fabricating this,” he said, his tone laced with skepticism.The Head of the Board, a stern-faced woman named Dr. Eleanor Mitchell, nodded in agreement. “Kevin Lang makes a valid point,” she said, her tone impartial but firm. “We need to conduct a thorough medical screening to confirm whether Mr. Perry indeed has early-stage pancreatic cancer. This is standard procedure to ensure the integrity of our trials.”Calvin remained composed, though his eyes flickered with a hint of irritation. “I understand,” he replied, his voice steady. “I’m confident in my diagnosis, and I’m willing to have it verified.”James, still reeling from the initial shock of Calvin’s diagnosis, looked between the members of the board, Kevin, and Calvin. “Fine,” he mutte
Kevin and Lionel exchanged a glance, their faces reflecting a mix of frustration and realization. Kevin’s brow furrowed in irritation as he spoke. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice tight with restrained anger. “But we’re not giving up just yet.”As they walked away from James, Kevin’s mind churned with a new plan. He leaned in close to Lionel, his voice barely more than a whisper. “We’ll request a search,” he said, his eyes narrowing with cunning. “If Calvin’s using some hidden device to make these diagnoses, we need to find it. It could be our ticket to discrediting him once and for all.”Lionel’s eyes brightened with understanding. “That’s a good idea. We’ll have him searched before he can proceed with the treatment. If there’s anything hidden, we’ll uncover it.”With their new strategy in mind, they returned to the boardroom as the break concluded. The tension was palpable as everyone settled back into their seats. Dr. Eleanor Mitchell, the head of the board, address
James, initially wracked with pain, began to experience a noticeable change. His contorted expression softened, the pained groans giving way to a look of wonder and relief. The bluish energy continued to flow into him, gradually subsiding as it seemed to stabilize within his body. The once visible tension in his muscles began to ease, and his breathing, which had been erratic, started to smooth out.Calvin’s face remained calm and focused, his breathing steady as he maintained the connection with James. He closed his eyes briefly, as if drawing from some inner reservoir of strength. The bluish aura began to diminish, slowly retracting into Calvin’s hands. The final remnants of the energy seemed to seep into James’s skin, leaving behind a faint, glowing residue.As the last traces of the energy dissipated, Calvin stepped back, his hands lowering to his sides. The room was silent, save for the soft hum of the remaining energy in the air. James, now standing upright, looked bewildered bu
James looked at Calvin, his eyes wide with a mixture of gratitude and amazement. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, the weight of the moment settling over him. “Calvin, I don’t know how to thank you. This is... it’s incredible. I thought... I thought I was done for.”Calvin nodded, his expression calm yet warm, the satisfaction of his success subtly reflected in his eyes. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, James. This is just the beginning. With continued treatment and proper medical care, your condition can improve even more. You have a real chance at recovery.”James took a deep breath, still processing the reality of his improved condition. His hands, which had been trembling with fear earlier, were now steady. “You don’t understand, Calvin. This changes everything for me. I was terrified.”Calvin placed a reassuring hand on James’s shoulder, his touch firm and confident. “You’re not alone in this, James. We’ll tackle this together, one step at a time.”Dr. Mitchell, who
As the meeting adjourned and the board members began to disperse, Calvin felt a wave of relief wash over him, his body finally relaxing after the intense scrutiny and pressure. He had won an important victory, but he knew the challenges ahead were still formidable. Lost in thought, he was startled when Alana suddenly rushed up to him, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace.“Calvin, congratulations!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement and triumph. “You did it! I knew you would.”Calvin hugged her back, albeit a bit stiffly, his movements hesitant. “Thanks, Alana,” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and lingering unease. As she pulled back, he could see the pride and joy in her eyes, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He remembered their agreement—this meeting, and the success it brought, would not have been possible without her help.And now, with James’s condition improving, there was no longer an obstacle to his marriage with Alana. James w
Calvin managed to return home without encountering any of Han Xin's spies. He speculated that perhaps the spies had given up and returned to their homeland. However, as soon as he stepped inside his house, Calvin's sense of relief was shattered. He was greeted by a shocking sight: Lizzie was lying unconscious in the living room, blood trickling from her nose."Lizzie!" Calvin's voice cracked as he rushed to her side. Panic surged through him, but his training and instincts took over. He gently lifted Lizzie's head and checked her pulse. It was faint but present. His eyes quickly scanned her for other signs, and he began diagnosing her condition.Lizzie’s skin was pale, and her breathing was shallow. Calvin noted that her pupils were unevenly dilated, and there was a slight tremor in her hands. The symptoms pointed to a possible acute intracranial hemorrhage—likely a ruptured blood vessel in the brain causing a sudden loss of consciousness and nosebleed. Calvin knew that he had to act