The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Waiting

The atmosphere grew thicker with anticipation as the Han Xin soldiers waited for some kind of sign—anything—that Calvin was actually doing something. The ravine was eerily silent, save for the distant, muted sounds of water trickling and the occasional soft growl from the hidden monsters that still lingered far behind them.

Calvin sat perfectly still, cross-legged on the cold rock, eyes closed and seemingly deep in meditation. His breathing was steady, too calm for the danger surrounding them. Lizzie stood off to the side, her eyes occasionally flicking from her brother to the impatient faces of the Han Xin soldiers. She was trying to stay composed, but the longer the silence stretched, the more her nerves began to fray.

One of the soldiers, a younger man with a scruffy beard, finally broke the silence. “What’s taking so long?” he grumbled, eyeing Calvin suspiciously. “Is he even doing anything? Usually, when he does his thing, there’s some kind of glow or something, right?”

Lizzie sh