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
Kevin Lang had heard the rumors swirling around him, and it was doing no favors for his hospital's reputation. Frustrated and enraged, he slammed his fist down on his desk, causing papers and medical supplies to scatter. "This is all because of Calvin Hudson!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty office.In his fury, Kevin almost didn't hear his phone ringing. He was about to smash it in his rage when he noticed the caller ID. It was his father, Lionel Lang. Kevin's stomach twisted with anxiety as he answered the call, his voice trembling. "Dad?""Kevin, what the hell is going on over there?" Lionel's voice was harsh and demanding, the kind of tone that always made Kevin feel like a child being scolded.Kevin stammered, trying to find the right words. "Dad, it's... it's complicated. There was a patient, Mr. Dew, and—""I don't want excuses, Kevin," Lionel interrupted, his tone icy. "I want answers. The hospital's reputation is on the line, and I've got investors breathing d
As James scrolled through the flood of negative news on his phone, his anger simmered beneath the surface, fueled by the realization of the dire situation Lang Hospital and the Lang Group were facing. The once-revered institution had become a symbol of incompetence, hemorrhaging patients and plummeting stocks.Kevin Lang's mishandling of a critical injection had set off a chain reaction of chaos and scrutiny, tarnishing their reputation irreparably. And amidst the chaos, Calvin Hudson's name emerged as a beacon of hope, casting a shadow over their failures with his miraculous interventions.As James scrolled through the torrent of negative news on his phone, he couldn't help but feel a rising tide of frustration and anger. Each headline, each comment, seemed to hammer home the magnitude of the disaster facing Lang Hospital and the Lang Group. The once-revered institution was now a symbol of incompetence, its reputation tarnished beyond repair.The comments on social media were mercile
Calvin woke up in the morning, holding the family heirloom that he always wore around his neck. He smiled, reminiscing about how this heirloom had drastically changed his life. Perhaps this was why his parents had insisted that he keep it safe and never sell it, no matter how desperate they were for money. Now, Calvin understood its true value. It wasn't just a piece of jewelry; it was the legacy of his family, imbued with the power that had transformed his destiny.He carefully tucked the heirloom back under his shirt and got out of bed, ready to face the day. As he stepped into the hallway, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, and he made his way to the kitchen. Lizzie was already there, dressed in a beautiful floral dress. She looked different than usual, radiating a glow that caught Calvin's attention."Oh, it looks like my little sister has a date today," Calvin teased, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe.Lizzie's cheeks