With newfound confidence, Calvin advanced towards the agents. The first one lunged at him, but Calvin sidestepped effortlessly and delivered a powerful punch to the agent's gut, sending him sprawling. The agent hit the ground with a thud, gasping for air. Another agent swung a baton at Calvin, but he caught it mid-swing, his reflexes sharp and precise. With a quick twist of his wrist, he snapped the baton in half and used the broken pieces to disarm the agent, sending him stumbling back in shock.The rooftop became a chaotic battleground. Calvin moved with a speed and precision that left the agents struggling to keep up. He ducked and weaved, his movements almost a blur as he took down one agent after another. Each strike was calculated, each move a testament to his newfound strength and agility. The green light seemed to guide his actions, giving him strength and clarity.One of the agents pulled out a gun, aiming it at Calvin. "Enough!" he shouted, his hands trembling.Calvin stared
Calvin hugged her back, feeling the weight of her worry and relief. He held her tightly, as if trying to convey his unwavering presence through the embrace. "I'm here," he said softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "And we're going to get through this together. No matter what happens, we have each other's backs."They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the bond between them stronger than ever. The room around them seemed to fade, leaving only the comforting warmth of their connection. Lizzie pulled back slightly, her eyes red but determined. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and took a deep breath. "We need to figure out our next move," she said, her voice more composed but still tinged with emotion. "But for now, I'm just glad you're okay."Calvin nodded, his mind already racing with plans and strategies. He looked into Lizzie's eyes, seeing the reflection of their shared determination. "We'll figure it out," he said confidently. "First, I have to a
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