The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Opening The Clinic

Calvin’s eyes darted between the old map in his hands and the bright screen of his phone. The ancient parchment was worn, its edges frayed with time, while the city map on his phone was crisp and modern. He traced the lines carefully, following every twist and turn, hoping for some revelation. His finger hovered over the symbols, trying to decode their meaning, but they remained elusive, like a puzzle that refused to be solved. The symbols mocked him with their cryptic nature, and the more he stared, the more they seemed to blur into a meaningless mess of ink.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back in the chair, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on him. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to drown out the stress and exhaustion that had built up over the last few weeks. The constant tension, the sleepless nights—it was all starting to take its toll. The headache that had been a dull throb earlier was now a sharp, persistent pain, pounding in rhythm with his ra