When Calvin returned home, he found Lizzie sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to the television. The flickering light from the screen illuminated her face, which was filled with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. She turned her head sharply as Calvin entered the room, her eyes widening."Calvin, what did you do at the party just now?" Lizzie's voice was a mix of concern and intrigue.Calvin furrowed his brow, feeling a sense of dread. "Why? What happened?"Lizzie pointed at the television, her finger trembling slightly. "Look."On the screen, a news reporter stood outside Perry Pharmaceutical’s new factory, the building lit up against the night sky. The reporter’s voice was clear and urgent, capturing the attention of viewers across the city."It has become the talk of the town that at the grand opening of Perry Pharmaceutical's new factory, it was revealed that James Perry has been taking credit for the work of one of his former employees."Calvin’s heart pounded as he watched fo
Calvin stepped into the warmth of the bathroom, the soothing heat enveloping him as he sank into the depths of the bathtub. The gentle caress of the water against his skin eased the tension from his muscles, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of the day. With a sigh, he reached for his phone, his thoughts drifting to Christina and the uncertain aftermath of their shared encounter.Uncertainty gnawed at Calvin as he contemplated the complexities of their situation. Christina had made it abundantly clear that theirs was a fleeting connection, a solitary night bound by circumstance rather than sentiment. And yet, a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps there was more to their encounter than mere coincidence.As he pondered his next move, Calvin couldn't shake the nagging sense of obligation that tugged at his conscience. As a man, he knew he should extend the courtesy of reaching out to Christina, if only to acknowledge the shared moment they had experienced togeth
When Calvin awoke the next morning, he noticed Lizzie was already gone. She had left a note on the refrigerator, indicating she had gone to the gym. Calvin smiled and nodded, recalling how Lizzie had seldom had the opportunity to take care of her health in such a way before. He was glad she was now taking time for herself and socializing with peers, so he had no objections at all.Calvin opened the fridge to prepare his breakfast, pulling out eggs and vegetables. As he cracked the eggs into a sizzling pan, the aroma of cooking filled the kitchen, a comforting start to his day. The peaceful silence was abruptly interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Wiping his hands on a kitchen towel, he picked up the phone, glancing at the caller ID before answering."Hello?" he said, expecting a routine call."Calvin! It's Miranda Dew," came the anxious voice on the other end.Calvin's heart skipped a beat. "Mrs. Dew, what happened? What's going on?"Miranda's voice trembled with a mix of anger an
Kevin's eyes blazed with frustration as he glared at Calvin. "This is a major hospital with strict protocols. We can't just hand over patient data to any random person, especially someone like you."Calvin held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Alright, I understand. Let's take a different approach then." He turned to Miranda, who was visibly shaken. Her face was pale, and she clutched her purse tightly, her knuckles white with tension. "Mrs. Dew, can you walk me through exactly what happened before Mr. Dew started vomiting blood?"Miranda took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She blinked back tears and began to speak, her voice trembling. "It was a normal day. James was actually feeling better, though he mentioned some pain in his leg. We had one more treatment session left in the package we bought from the hospital—ten sessions in total, and this was the last one. After the session, we went home, and everything seemed fine. But about an hour later, he started vomiting bl
Kevin's eyes blazed with indignation. "Calvin, you're not even a real doctor. You can't just come in here and make diagnoses on a whim. Lang Hospital is a reputable institution, not some place for your alternative treatments."Calvin met his gaze steadily. "Reputable? Are you sure about that?" His voice was calm but firm, cutting through the tension in the room.Around them, murmurs began to rise. Patients, visitors, and even some staff exchanged glances and whispered amongst themselves. One voice spoke a bit louder, echoing the rumors that had been circulating for some time."He's right. There have been whispers about Lang Hospital's incompetence," a middle-aged man said, his tone hushed but carrying weight.Another woman chimed in, "I heard about a girl who almost committed suicide because Dr. Lang discharged her prematurely.""And there was that incident at the charity ball," a young nurse added, her face pale. "He couldn't save a guest there."An older man with a cane nodded grave
Calvin focused intently, channeling his energy as he prepared to save James. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar warmth of his internal power welling up within him. As he extended his hands over James's body, a soft, blue glow began to emanate from his palms, casting a serene light over the car.The ethereal glow pulsed gently, matching the rhythm of Calvin's steady breaths. He closed his eyes briefly, activating his unique ability—an extraordinary vision akin to X-Ray. Opening his eyes again, he saw beyond the surface, directly into James's body. The intricate web of veins, muscles, and bones appeared before him, highlighted in shades of translucent blue and white.Calvin's gaze zeroed in on the leg, where the injection had been administered. He could see the inflamed tissue and the disrupted blood vessels that were causing the necrosis. The corticosteroids and vasoconstrictors had significantly restricted blood flow, leading to a severe lack of oxygen and nutrients to the af
As Calvin helped Miranda and James into their car, he suddenly heard a soft "Ding!" followed by a voice in his mind: [User Calvin Hudson, you have successfully saved another patient. Mr. Dew's leg does not need to be amputated thanks to your treatment. You have earned one point, which you can redeem at any time for a monetary reward. The amount will be revealed upon redemption.]Calvin paused for a moment, slightly taken aback by the unexpected system message. This was not the first time he had heard the system’s voice, but it always came as a surprise. He processed the information quickly, then allowed a small smile to play across his lips. The system’s rewards were always a pleasant bonus to his work, but his real satisfaction came from helping people like James.Climbing into his car, Calvin took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. As he started the engine, he thought about the next steps. James was safe for now, but Calvin knew there would be more challenges ahead.
The weekend arrived with a crisp, clear morning. Calvin, still groggy from a late night of research and meditation, nearly forgot about his coffee date with Christina. He was lounging on the couch, flipping through a book, when Lizzie walked in, a playful smile on her face."Hey, Mr. Forgetful," Lizzie teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"Calvin looked up, confused for a moment, then realization dawned on him. "Oh no, the coffee with Christina! Thanks for the reminder, Lizzie!"He jumped up, quickly making his way to the bathroom. Lizzie's laughter followed him down the hallway. "Don't take too long, or you'll be late!" she called after him.Calvin took a quick shower, the warm water helping to wake him up fully. As he dressed, he thought about the upcoming meeting. Christina had seemed excited in her messages, and he wanted to make a good impression. He chose a casual yet smart outfit: a crisp white shirt, dark jeans, and his favorite leather j