Lizzie floated in the air, her body bathed in an otherworldly green light. Calvin watched in stunned silence, his heart pounding in his chest. The glow intensified, and Lizzie's eyes turned a vibrant, eerie green. When she finally spoke, her voice was no longer her own. It echoed with a strange, otherworldly resonance. "Calvin," she intoned, "your death is near, and you were too late to stop it. You must prepare yourself. There is no time left."As the words hung in the air, the green light around Lizzie exploded in a burst of brilliance. She fell to the ground, her body limp, her face pale. Blood trickled from her nose, stark against her skin.Calvin's heart skipped a beat, panic gripping him. "Lizzie!" he cried, rushing to her side. He gently cradled her head, his fingers trembling as he checked for a pulse. Relief washed over him as he felt the faint but steady beat of her heart.With his mind racing, Calvin activated his X-Ray vision, his eyes glowing with a soft blue light. He sc
After hours of trying to unlock the diary, Calvin and Lizzie were exhausted. They decided to take a break and headed to the kitchen to make some cold drinks. Normally, the kitchen was filled with their chatter, but today, the silence was heavy with unspoken worries and thoughts. Calvin, especially, felt the weight of fatigue pressing down on him, having expended so much energy to heal Lizzie earlier.Calvin opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade, while Lizzie fetched glasses from the cupboard. The only sounds were the clinking of ice cubes and the hum of the refrigerator. Lizzie was lost in her own thoughts, her mind racing with the vision of Calvin's impending death and the mysterious diary that held the potential key to their past and future. She stirred her drink absentmindedly, her eyes distant.Calvin leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath. "We’ll figure it out, Lizzie. We always do," he said, trying to inject some optimism into the heavy atmospher
As two more men closed in from behind, Calvin spun around, sweeping one of them off his feet with a low kick. The other grabbed him from behind, attempting to restrain him. Calvin struggled against the grip, using his elbow to strike the man in the stomach. The grip loosened, and Calvin twisted free, delivering a sharp kick to the man's knee, causing him to collapse.But the fight was far from over. More attackers emerged from the shadows, surrounding Calvin. He could feel his energy depleting but refused to give in. Drawing on his training, he focused on his breathing and movements, conserving his strength while delivering precise, powerful strikes.One of the masked men swung a metal pipe at Calvin. He ducked just in time, the pipe whistling past his head. Seizing the opportunity, Calvin grabbed the assailant's wrist, twisting it and forcing him to drop the weapon. With a swift, fluid motion, Calvin swept the man's legs out from under him and sent him crashing to the ground.Calvin'
Calvin and Lizzie spent the entire night trying to come up with a solution, but exhaustion eventually overtook them, and they fell asleep without any answers. The living room was littered with crumpled notes and empty coffee cups, a testament to their restless brainstorming. As the first light of morning filtered through the windows, Calvin awoke with a start. His eyes were gritty with fatigue, and the weight of his obligations crashed down on him as he realized he had to attend the meeting with the health department.His phone buzzed on the table, its vibration a harsh reminder of the day ahead. Calvin quickly picked it up, seeing Alana's name on the screen. He answered, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. "Alana?""Calvin, good morning. Do you need a ride to the meeting?" Alana's voice was tense but supportive, the underlying urgency clear.Before Calvin could respond, Lizzie, who had also been stirred awake by the call, glanced over at him with curiosity. Her eyes were puffy
Alana greeted Calvin with a warm, confident smile, linking her arm through his as they walked into the room. Calvin's heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to appear calm and composed, his steps purposeful and steady.As they entered the conference room, Calvin immediately spotted Dr. Matthew Greene standing at the center. Seeing Greene brought a small measure of relief; the man had made a full recovery thanks to Calvin's treatment. However, a pang of anxiety twisted in Calvin's stomach—without the system from the amulet, his diagnostic abilities were severely hindered. He had to rely on his knowledge and past experiences, hoping they would be enough.In the room, several key figures were present: Kevin Lang, Lionel Lang, and James Perry. Their expressions ranged from skeptical to openly hostile. They were all anticipating Calvin's failure.The Head of the Board, a stern-faced woman with sharp eyes, called the meeting to order. "We are here today to review the medical capa
Calvin looked around the room, a sinking feeling of worry growing in his chest. Without his amulet, he felt vulnerable and powerless. The ticking of the clock on the wall echoed in the silence, each second passing increasing the pressure he felt. His heart raced as he scanned the faces around him—some curious, some skeptical, and others openly hostile. He stood there, frozen, unable to diagnose anyone in the room without the aid of the system.Alana, sensing his distress, stepped forward with concern etched on her face. "Calvin, are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle but anxious. Her eyes were wide with worry, and her hand reached out to touch his arm, offering a semblance of support.Calvin swallowed hard, his mind racing. "I... I need more time. This pressure... I can't do it under these conditions." His voice was shaky, betraying the confidence he tried to project.Kevin Lang's laughter cut through the tension like a knife. "More time? What a joke!" he sneered, his voice drippi
The Head of the Board cleared his throat, cutting through the tension that filled the room. "Mr. Hudson," he began, his voice steady and authoritative, "are you admitting that you cannot perform a diagnosis at this moment? This would substantiate the claims against you, indicating that you are indeed a fraud."Calvin felt a lump in his throat as his heart pounded. His mind raced, weighing his options. Admitting defeat now would mean the end of everything he had worked for. Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady his voice. "I'm not feeling well at the moment," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "I need more time. I promise I will prove my abilities in front of everyone."Kevin Lang seized the opportunity, his voice dripping with contempt and mockery. "This is pathetic," he sneered. "He's just buying time because he knows he can't do it. Head of Board, I urge you to make the decision now. He should be permanently barred from practicing. He's a disgrace."Lionel Lang leaned forward
Calvin drove home, his mind a whirlwind of frustration and anxiety. Every event seemed to conspire against him, and the absence of his amulet only intensified his helplessness. The thought of who might possess the amulet and what they might do with it gnawed at him, adding another layer of worry to his already overwhelming stress. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he navigated the familiar streets, each turn bringing him closer to home but offering no solace from his turbulent thoughts.Pulling into the driveway, Calvin took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He turned off the engine and sat in the car for a moment, letting the quiet of the evening wash over him. The house stood still and silent, a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. With a sigh, he got out of the car and walked to the front door, his steps heavy with the weight of the day.As he entered the house, Calvin immediately noticed something unusual. Lizzie was seated on the floor in the living room, h