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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Seven
At that moment Serenity clasped his hand briefly in greeting, gratitude flickering in her eyes.“Thank you for coming, Master George. Everything is prepared.”As they moved toward the medical wing. However Elvis knew his master must have arrived by now, his heart swelling with pride. This was the moment he had been waiting for—not just to witness his mentor’s brilliance but to show Serenity that he was someone who could be relied upon, someone worthy of standing by her side.He couldn’t shake the hope blooming within him: his master succeeded, it could change everything. Not just for Serenity’s family but perhaps for their relationship as well.Damien walked toward Serenity’s residence with deliberate steps, holding a small, carefully wrapped bundle in his hand. Inside was the rare herb he had worked tirelessly to acquire—a temporary solution to suppress Serenity’s grandfather’s worsening condition. He paused briefly at the gate, his gaze lifting to the imposing house. He knew ful
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Eight
After several minutes, George straightened and spoke, his tone measured. “The situation is indeed critical. His body is severely weakened, and the toxins are still present. However…” He paused, his gaze flickering toward Serenity. “The toxins have been suppressed, at least temporarily.”hearing what he just said, Serenity's brow furrowed. “Suppressed? How?”George gestured to the remnants of the herb Damien had applied. “This herb,” he explained, “is extremely rare and possesses unique detoxifying properties. It wasn’t a cure, but it bought us valuable time. Without it, his condition might have deteriorated beyond recovery by now.”Serenity’s assistant and Elvis exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier anger now mingled with confusion. At that moment Elvis hesitated before speaking. “Are you saying that…Damien’s actions actually helped?”George nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, though his methods were unconventional. He applied the herb with precision and understanding. I doubt many other
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Eighty Nine
Damien afraid home and pulled into the driveway, he immediately noticed Jessica standing near the door of the villa, her figure tense and her arms crossed as if bracing against an unseen wind. The sight of Jessica caught Damien off guard—this wasn’t a place she frequented, and given their history, he couldn’t imagine any good reason for her sudden appearance. As he stepped out of the car, her gaze met his, and he could see a flicker of nervousness behind her usual composure.“Damien,” she began, her voice softer than he’d ever heard it. “I… I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see here, but I wanted to talk.”Hearing Jessica words,Damien didn't respond immediately, instead locking the car door with deliberate calmness. At that moment his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning her for signs of trouble. The last time she had approached him with a seemingly benign intent, it had turned into a manipulative ploy. Still, he nodded, gesturing for her to continue.“I’ve been thin
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety
Damien had barely begun to unwind when the sound of aggressive knocking on his door shattered the silence. He glanced toward the door, his irritation mounting. Who could it be this time? he thought, rising from his chair reluctantly. As he opened the door, he was met with the familiar but unwelcome sight of his cousin Megan and her mother. Both wore smug, self-assured expressions that immediately set his nerves on edge.“Good evening,” Megan said, her tone dripping with false politeness as she brushed past him without waiting for an invitation.Immediately her mother followed suit, clutching a folder as though it contained the key to her victory.Seeing Megan and her mother entering the house without being invited.Damien's irritation grows even more.He couldn't believe the day he was having, from Jessica to Landon now Megan.However he closed the door slowly, his gaze steady. “To what do I owe this…surprise visit?”Hearing what Damien just said.Megan’s mother wasted no time,
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety One
The sound of Sophia’s car engine echoed in the quiet street as she approached Damien’s villa, her polished vehicle gliding to a stop at the front gate.Without wasting any time she adjusted her rearview mirror, catching her own reflection for a moment. Her usually confident demeanor faltered slightly as she smoothed the crease of her dress, a subtle sign of the nerves she rarely let show.However tonight wasn’t just about the auction—it was about bridging the growing gap she felt between herself and Damien. The event provided the perfect excuse to have some time with Damien again.Immediately she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking softly against the pavement as she approached the door. The villa loomed before her, grand yet imposing, much like its owner. Sophia took a deep breath and rang the bell, her hand steady despite the storm of thoughts in her mind. She hoped he wouldn't decline her invitation entirely.Knowing how Straightforward he can be.At that moment the door o
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Two
However the harmony of the event didn’t last long. Amidst the soft clinking of glasses and murmured conversations, Elvis’s sharp gaze settled on Damien, standing unobtrusively beside Sophia. Immediately a smirk tugged at the corner of Elvis’s lips as he approached, his steps deliberate, his presence commanding attention.“Well, well,” Elvis began, his tone loud enough to draw nearby attendees’ attention. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” His eyes raked over Damien with undisguised disdain. “Isn’t this event a bit out of your league? Or are you here to take notes on how real professionals conduct themselves?”Upon hearing what Elvis just said.Damien turned slightly, his calm expression unfaltering. He met Elvis’s glare with a level gaze, his silence unnerving in its confidence. However Sophia, sensing the tension, stepped closer to Damien, her expression tight with disapproval.“Dr.Elvis,” she said firmly, “this is neither the time nor the place for such remarks. Dr. Damien is my gu
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Three
Outside the opulent setting of the five-star hotel, Master George and Elvis settled into the grand private lounge reserved for their meeting. The room, adorned with crystal chandeliers and velvet furnishings, was a fitting backdrop for the gravity of the occasion. However Master George’s expression remained calm, but there was a glimmer of urgency in his eyes. The condition of his grandson's worsening condition had left even a master like him feeling helpless—a rare and humbling experience he never thought he would see himself in.However he knew help would soon come if anyone can help it has to be the miracle healer.However Elvis, on the other hand, was a mix of anticipation and unease. He couldn’t sit still, his hands occasionally adjusting his tie or smoothing his jacket. Without being told he knew the importance of the meeting it helped monumental importance for him. He has been hoping he would get an opportunity like this to meet the Legendary miracle healer, and now the hea
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Ninety Four
He had seen many skilled practitioners at work, but this was different, it was something he had never seen before. Damien’s methods were seamless, almost effortless, yet carried an undeniable authority that surpassed anything Elvis had ever encountered. Every action Damien took seemed to carry a weight of certainty, as though he already knew the outcome before beginning treatment.At that moment Master George leaned forward, his usually composed demeanor giving way to visible amazement. As the session progressed, his grandson’s condition stabilized, the boy’s breathing evening out and his complexion gaining a faint, healthier hue.Once Damien finished, he stepped back, his expression calm and unreadable. “The condition is under control for now. With proper care and adherence to my instructions, he will recover fully.”Upon hearing what Damien just said Master George rose, his eyes filled with a rare mix of respect and gratitude. “Your mastery is beyond anything I’ve witnessed in my
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Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Four
That was the only thought he could cling to now—the only thread of hope dangling in his mind. Serenity. Yes, Serenity would do something. She had to. She could still speak on their behalf. She had influence. If she could put in a good word before the Supreme King, perhaps the door to power wasn’t completely shut. Perhaps they hadn’t lost everything.But even that hope couldn’t wash away the sour sting of disgrace.Because as he stood there, shame gnawed at his chest like a silent storm. Damien—this same boy he had looked down on, dismissed, insulted—had become their savior. Not only had he exposed the very monsters they once trusted… he had also saved Sophia.And now… he was standing right there.A few feet away. Calm. Composed. Not angry, not proud. Just… present. And that alone made it worse. The old man couldn’t even raise his head. He felt it deep in his bones—the weight of having sold out Damien’s heart, dismissed his worth, only for that same heart to carry his family through th
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Three
At that moment Sophia’s father stepped forward, his face twisted with disbelief.“That’s not even true,” he said, shaking his head. “London? No—London would never do something like that. You must be mistaken.”Immediately Clarissa nodded quickly, almost too quickly. “Exactly. London? Kidnap you? Torture you? That doesn’t even sound like him.”“I’ll call him right now,” her grandfather added, already reaching for his phone. “I’ll ask him myself. If this is what you’re claiming, then let me hear it from his own mouth.”But Sophia didn’t flinch. She simply looked at her grandfather, her lips trembling. Her eyes held the kind of pain that didn’t come from physical wounds, because she couldn't believe they would refused to listen to her own side of the story without calling London to confirm.“You can’t call him,” she whispered.At that moment her voice was too low, too calm.Immediately they all looked at her.“London is dead.”The words fell like a blade.Her grandfather father’s hand fr
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Two
The sharp slam of the door was still echoing when Sophia’s heart sank.Her breath caught in her throat. She already knew.She didn’t need to guess. The second she heard the footsteps, the rustle of expensive fabric, the weighty silence followed by a familiar scoff—it was enough.Her eyes slowly shifted toward the doorway, and there they were.Her grandfather entered first, tall and stern as ever, his walking stick hitting the tiles with cold authority. Behind him, her father, Mr. Callum, stood with a deep frown, arms folded tightly across his chest. And then… her mother—Clarissa Callum, perfectly dressed as if she hadn’t just stormed into a hospital room, her expression twisted with a mix of panic, rage, and exhaustion.Sophia’s body stiffened beneath the bedsheets.Clarissa didn't wait.“You see? You see what you’ve done to yourself?” her mother snapped, her voice slicing through the air. “We warned you, Sophia! Didn’t we warn you?!”Sophia didn’t respond. Her fingers tightened aroun
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty One
At that moment the bitterness in his tone cracked through.However Serenity didn’t respond. Her gaze was locked on her phone. Calm. Controlled. Almost too calm.That silence unnerved him.And at that point Winston father phone started ranging.Immediately his wise turned deadly when he saw who was calling.“Why is he calling him?” he asked sharply, though he already knew.They must have something on Damien.They weren’t just trying to reach him.Winston’s father answered the call, his tone sharp and expectant.“What is it?”A calm voice came through the receiver. “We’ve seen him, sir. Damien. He’s at Vespera Medical, alone. Fourth floor. Private wing.”For a second, Winston’s father didn’t blink. The words echoed in his ear like the sound of a loaded gun being cocked. Then, slowly, a wicked smile stretched across his face.“Very good,” he said, hanging up without another word.He turned to Serenity, who was still fuming from everything she'd just said about her grandfather, her engag
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty
Upon hearing Serenity’s quiet confession, Winston’s father tilted his head slightly, surprise flickering across his face. His brows drew together, the weight of confusion pressing deeper. “What do you mean it’s your fault?” he asked, his tone more curious than accusatory. “What exactly happened that would make your father—your own grandfather—not want to see even you?”Then Serenity exhaled softly, her fingers curling around each other in front of her. Her gaze dropped for a second, as if grounding herself before revealing what had clearly haunted her.“It’s about the one who treated him,” she began. “The miraculous doctor apprentice.”Winston’s father remained still, listening.“He… he was actually the one grandfather betrothed me to,” she said slowly. “And I… I chased him away. More than once.” Her voice thinned with guilt. “I insulted him. I doubted him. I accused him of things I didn’t understand... and the last time I saw him, it was on a cold evening.”She paused, swallowing ba
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Nine
At that moment Serenity stood still, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her brows furrowed in disbelief. The room felt cold—not because of the temperature, but because of the weight of what Winston's father had just said. Her heart pounded harder as his words echoed again in her head.“Three hundred years…” he muttered, voice laced with rage and helplessness. “That’s what his body is aging toward. In hours. Not decades.”He was pacing now, his hands trembling, not from fear—but fury. “Someone… someone did this to my son. To a member of this family! They didn’t just attack Winston—they attacked our name.”Serenity clenched her jaw. Her eyes darkened as she watched him struggle to remain composed. She didn’t like Winston. She never had. But this… this was far beyond personal feelings. It was about blood. About legacy.And someone had dared to stain it.“No,” she said sharply, stepping forward. “This is unacceptable. No one—no one—touches a member of this family and walks away. An
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Eight
At that moment the ground cracked beneath him as London’s brother roared—his body, now soaked in dark red mist, pulsated with corrupted energy. The warehouse trembled under the weight of his aura.Without a word, he raised his hand and unleashed it.A massive gust of decay burst from his palm like a cannon—corrosive wind screaming across the air, devouring the concrete floor in its path. Metal groaned and turned brittle in an instant. The entire space darkened, shadows dancing like spirits trapped in a storm.Damien didn’t blink.With a soft exhale, he shifted one foot back, adjusting his weight with perfect calm. His fingers came together in a slow, deliberate snap.Snap.From Damien’s fingers, a soft flash of white bloomed—a pulse of pure light, warm and yet impossibly sharp. It wasn't fire. It wasn't wind. It was something far more refined. More ancient.The white energy stretched wide like a dome, meeting the dark decay in mid-air.“Boom.”The collision was silent for a moment—the
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Seven
At that moment, something dark clicked into place.One of the soldiers—the tallest of them—fell to one knee, gasping, his skin paling as veins started to pulse across his arms unnaturally. Another groaned, grabbing his own neck like the air had suddenly turned poisonous. Their bodies were trembling, but they didn’t scream. They only exchanged terrified glances, and it finally dawned on them.This wasn’t just any technique, this was Dark Prison.The forbidden technique. the same one their master—London’s brother—had once boasted about creating but had sworn never to use again.Their eyes widened in silent horror.He had done it. he was using them.Feeding on them, Feeding through them.The technique was outlawed within the military for a reason—because it demanded sacrifice of Life.It devoured spirit energy like wildfire in a dry forest. It didn’t care who you were. It didn’t care if you were the creator or the soldier. It consumed.However Damien watched quietly, his eyes cold and c
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Six
At that moment London’s brother stood still—his face frozen.His eyes trembled, his lips parted, and the disbelief gripped him deeper than any blade could.“That’s not true…” he muttered under his breath. “That’s not possible.”He shook his head slowly, like his mind was trying to shake off the weight of what he had just heard. “How can a nobody like you—someone not even recorded in our ranks—know the ultimate attack of the Special Forces?”His tone cracked with restrained rage. “This move… this prison technique… it’s only taught to the elite few. To the inner circle of the military’s special division. You shouldn’t even know it exists!”Damien’s expression didn’t flinch.“I know,” he said coldly again. “Because I was the one who invented it.”Again London’s brother’s breath caught. His knees almost buckled.At that moment Damien stepped forward, slow and calm. “You’ve done some tweaking—some interesting modifications. I’ll give you that. But the core technique? The foundations? That
