The understated miraculous Doctor.

Chapter Four

Chapter four

“Dr. Kyle,”

Mr. Oliver's voice cracked as he stepped towards wanting to gripe Dr. Kyle sleeve.

“Please, I'll give anything, everything I own – just try whatever you can to save my father.”

“There is... one option.”

Dr. Kyle weathered hands gripped his medical bag tightly.

“A technique from the Ancient Arts. It could preserve his life, but...”

“Please,”

Mr.Oliver's voice cracked.

“Whatever it takes.”

Upon hearing what Mr Oliver just said Dr. Kyle's expression grew grave.

“The procedure would place him in a sustained coma. He might live, yes, but awakening...”

He shook his head slowly.

“The chances are uncertain at best.”

immediately the room fell silent. Sophia watched her father's shoulders sag under the weight of what Dr. Kyle just said.

“Is there no other way, If there's even a chance...”

Sophia's father began.

Biting her lips, Sophia’s hand slipped into her pocket, her fingers brushing against the card Damien had given her.

Damien’s voice echoed in her memory, so certain as he predicted every symptom that had come to pass.

“Wait.”

She pulled out the crumpled card. “There might be another way to save grandfather's life.”

**

Across the city, Damien stood before an elegant villa in the Jade Gardens district, autumn leaves dancing around his feet.

After leaving his fiancee’s house, he had decided to visit his late father’s best friend whom he hadn’t seen since he left the city.

The carved wooden gates hadn't changed in three years – Uncle Bernard had always valued traditional luxury over modern day trending luxury.

He was about approaching the Villa when his phone's buzz interrupted his reminiscence.

he brought out his phone from his pocket only to see it was an Unknown number.

Out of curiosity he decided to answer the call.

“Hello!”

“Doctor Damien?”

A familiar female voice, tight with desperation sounded.

“Everything you said about my grandfather... the symptoms, the timing... you were right about all of it.”

“Please, I know we dismissed you, but my grandfather needs your help, since we have your master exclusive card, you have to help us.”

Damien at that moment couldn't decline, although they threw away the card, but it was his master that gave it to them, so he can't decline but to help.

“Very well then, I'm in the Jade Gardens district, No 15 to be Precise ”

“We'll send a car immediately!”

The hope in her voice was palpable. “Please, don't leave.”

The call ended, and Damien watched another autumn leaf spiral down

He’d take the time to pay his late father's friend a visit before the car arrived.

He walked closer to the house, his hand barely rising to knock when a sharp voice cut through the air.

“Well, well. Look who's crawled back to the capital.”

He turned, only to find Jessica standing at the garden gate, her designer handbag dangling from her arm, her perfectly made-up face twisted in a sneer.

Three years hadn't softened her edges – if anything, they'd grown sharper.

“My father is busy,”

she said, clicking across the marble path in her red-soled heels.

“But I'm sure I can guess why you're here.”

Her lips curved in a cruel smile. “How much did you come to beg for? The rural clinic business is not paying well I guess?”

Damien kept his expression neutral, though his hand dropped from the door.

“I came to say hello to your father, not seewhat you're thinking.”

“Say Hello?”

She laughed.

“Please. I heard all about your... career choices, it has been three years you last visited, now all of a sudden you came to say hello. Village doctor? Really?”

Her eyes raked over his simple robes with disdain.

“At least when you lived here, you had some dignity.”

Damien however didn't listen to him; he stepped toward the door again, choosing silence over engagement.

Suddenly Jessica brought her phone out and raised it like a weapon.

“If you dare enter that house.”

She said in an angry tone.

“One call.”

she hissed, perfectly manicured finger hovering over the security contact.

“That's all it takes to have you dragged out of here like the beggar you've become.”

At that moment the door to the Villa suddenly opened.

“Damien?”

A warm voice cut through the tension.

“Is that really you?”

The door opened fully revealing Uncle Bernard with his familiar smile.

His hair had grayed considerably over the past three years, but his eyes still held the same kindness Damein remembered from childhood.

“Look who's finally decided to come home!”

Uncle Bernard stepped out, pulling Damien into a tight embrace.

“Why didn't you inform me you were coming?”

At that moment Jessica's phone lowered slowly, her triumphant expression crumbling.

Immediately Uncle Bernard walked Damien into the house while Jessica followed them angrily.

“Dear, come look who's here!”

Uncle Bernard called inside.

“It's Little Damien!”

Aunt Deborah appeared in the doorway, her silk dress rustling as she froze mid-step.

Her carefully composed face couldn't quite hide her alarm.

“It's been too long. You look so well.” Uncle Bernard eyes carried genuine affection as he studied Damien.

Jessica sneer faltered slightly at her father's tone.

“How is the clinic?”

Uncle Bernard asked, stepping forward.

“Your medical studies?”

Before Damien could answer, Jessica cut in with a harsh laugh.

“Father, why are you bothering with this nobody? He's just some village doctor trying to—”

“Jessica!”

Her father's sharp tone made her freeze.

“Mind your manners. Is this how I raised you to treat guests?”

His expression grew serious.

“Especially your future husband.”

“My what?”

Jessica perfectly made-up face went slack with shock.

“The engagement I made with Damein father Still stand, he's your to husband.”

“Father,”

Jessica cut in sharply.

“That was years ago. Things are... different now.”

“Different?”

Aunt Deborah laughed and held a nervous edge.

“A rural doctor is hardly a suitable match for our daughter.”

At that moment Uncle Bernard's expression hardened.

“Suitable?”

He looked between his wife and daughter, his shoulders straightening. "

“Everything we have – this house, your designer clothes, your overseas education – all of it came from Damein's father's company. The company he entrusted to me.”

“If Damien came today to reclaim what's rightfully his,”

Uncle Bernard continued, each word deliberate.

“I would hand it over without hesitation. Every asset, every shares.”

Upon hearing what her father just said Jessica's face was drained of color. Her mother's fingers clutched her silk dress.

They exchanged panicked glances, their comfortable world, now suddenly feeling far less secure.

“Uncle Bernard,”

Damien's voice remained gentle but firm.

“The company is in good hands. I came only to see you.”

Hearing what Damien just said Relief flickered across Jessica's face, though her mother's suspicious gaze remained fixed on Damien's simple robes.

“Then it's settled!”

Uncle Bernard's eyes brightened. “Now we can focus on the more important promise – your marriage to Jessica. It's high time we honored your fathers' wishes.”

“Absolutely not!”

Jessica and her mother spoke in perfect unison.

“Father, you can't possibly—”

Jessica began but Damien interrupted her.

“I must decline as well.”

He said quietly.

Immediately Uncle Bernard waved away their objections with a familiar stubbornness.

“Now, now. You two haven't seen each other in years. I understand the sudden awkwardness.”

He nodded to himself.

“Six months – that's fair, isn't it? Get to know each other again before making any decisions.”

Jessica opened her mouth to protest when the doorbell chimed.

She stalked to the door, muttering under her breath, immediately she opened the door and she froze.

A Phantom Spirit Ultra stretched along the driveway, its midnight paint gleaming in the afternoon sun. Even Jessica, used to luxury, caught her breath – it was the kind of car that made other luxury vehicles look common.

At that moment a man in an impeccable suit stepped forward and bowed slightly.

“Pardon the interruption. We're here to pick Doctor Damien.”