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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Three
Immediately the room fell into silence the moment the heavy footsteps grew louder.Then everyone turned instinctively, their eyes widening in shock when they saw who had just entered.It was the General.His presence was commanding, his expression as unreadable as ever, yet there was an air of imposing authority around him that made it impossible to ignore him.Despite the gasps of surprise from some of the family members, the mayor was not fazed. Instead, he marched straight toward the General, his face twisted in frustration, his voice taut with restrained anger.“I have to say, General,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of his anger he had being trying to Suppress, “I am beyond disappointed.”Upon hearing what the Mayor your said.The General’s expression remained cold, but his piercing gaze narrowed slightly, signaling that he was listening.“With all my connections,” the mayor continued, his arms gesturing with irritation, “with all the capable doctors and specialists I co
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty four
At that moment Dr. Maxwell stepped forward, his expression carefully composed, yet there was an edge to his voice—a subtle challenge masked beneath politeness.“General, perhaps there has been some misunderstanding,” he said smoothly, his gaze flickering toward Demian for the briefest second before returning to the General. “I respect your position, and I trust your instincts, but I believe you may be mistaken.”Hearing what Maxwell just said a murmur spread across the room, the tension shifting, hanging between them like an unspoken challenge.“If there is anyone here who can save the mayor's mother,” Dr. Maxwell continued, his tone deliberate, “it is me.”The weight of his words settled heavily in the room, and the mayor straightened, nodding in agreement.“From all indications,”Maxwell pressed on, his voice measured but firm, “her condition has already deteriorated beyond saving. Even my master himself would not be able to reverse this. There is no way back. If anything…” he hesit
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Five
At that moment the atmosphere turned icy. The General, who had been ready to leave, suddenly halted in his steps. His jaw clenched, and without turning around at first, he exhaled a slow, controlled breath.Then, he turned back, his piercing gaze locking onto the Mayor.“You disappointed me,” he said, his voice laced with a quiet fury that made the room feel even smaller.Immediately Everyone stiffened.“After all these years, after everything we've been through, you still think I would bring someone here who would harm your mother?” His tone was measured, but sharp as a blade.Hearing the general words.The Mayor shifted uncomfortably, but he said nothing.“I brought Dr.Damien here,” the General continued, taking a step forward, “to make sure your mother gets the treatment she fully deserves. But since you don’t believe him—since all of you have already made up your minds—” he let out a cold chuckle, “then I have no issue with that.”He let those words sink in.The family remained f
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Six
Hearing what Dr. Maxwell just said, the atmosphere in the room shifted—a slow but undeniable turn in opinion. Murmurs swelled among the Mayor’s family, their hushed voices weaving doubt into the air like smoke.“He's right.”“If Damien is truly capable, why hasn't he healed War Goddess Serenity’s grandfather?”“Does that even make sense?”Each whisper fed into another, doubt stacking on doubt, until the room felt heavy with skepticism. Even those who had remained neutral now found themselves leaning toward Dr. Maxwell’s logic.At that moment the General, standing at the center of it all, remained silent.He had no answer to that.But instead of showing uncertainty, he simply let out a low sigh, shaking his head.“Dr.Damien does not have to prove anything to any of you.” His voice cut through the murmurs, making everyone turn their eyes back to him. "I have already seen his work firsthand. And I remember very clearly that what Dr. Maxwell thought was a 50-50 chance, Dr.Damien did it ef
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Seven
At that moment the room fell into a stunned silence.Did they just hear that correctly?For a moment, no one spoke. Even the murmurs that had been buzzing just seconds ago died out. Everyone's eyes darted between Damien and Dr. Maxwell, their shock evident.Damien, however, didn't flinch. His face remained stone cold, unreadable. But in his eyes, there was a flicker of something dangerous.Amusement.Then he tilted his head slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. Then, he let out a dry chuckle.“So, that's your condition?” Demian finally said, his voice dangerously calm. “You want to go that far?”Dr. Maxwell stood tall, his chest puffed out in confidence.“Of course,” he sneered. “A fraud like you needs to be taught a proper lesson. You think you can come here and play doctor? You think you can talk down to me? To my profession?”Immediately the Mayor’s family nodded in agreement, emboldened by Dr. Maxwell’s bravado.“You heard him, fraud,” one of them scoffed.“Either you pr
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Eight
At that moment Dr. Maxwell tilted his chin up, a smug smirk spreading across his face.“Well, let's get this over with then,” he sneered, rolling his shoulders back as if he had already won.However Damien didn’t react. His face remained unreadable, his eyes dark pools of calm. He simply turned to the General, giving him a slight nod.The General narrowed his eyes, then raised his phone to his ear. His voice was cold, sharp.“Lock all the exits. No one leaves until this bet is settled.”Hearing what the general just said. A wave of whispers rippled through the Mayor's family. Their expressions shifted, some looking excited, others mocking, and a few growing slightly uneasy at the seriousness of the situation.The Mayor himself crossed his arms, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Well, Dr. Maxwell,” he said, turning to him with amusement, “if you're so confident, let’s see this fraud humiliate himself.”A few of the family members chuckled, whispering insults under their breath.“He
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Forty Nine
However Damien didn't say anything, but then again he decided to clear the air.“I'm going to cut her forehead with it”Hearing what Damien just said.The room fell into stunned silence.Dr. Maxwell’s lips curled into a smirk, his arms crossing as he let out a low, mocking chuckle. “Tear some part of her forehead?” he repeated, his voice dripping with condescension. “And here I was expecting at least some level of competence. What kind of primitive nonsense is this?”However Damien remained unaffected. He didn’t react to Maxwell’s sneering tone, nor to the hostile glances thrown his way by the rest of the family. Instead, he calmly inspected the blade, turning it in his hand as if confirming its sharpness.“You’re asking me what I’ll use the blade for?” Damien finally spoke, his voice steady, patient—but with an unmistakable edge of finality. His gaze lifted, locking onto Maxwell with an intensity that made even the arrogant doctor falter slightly.“I already told you,” Damien said,
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Fifty
Damien barely acknowledged him. His focus was solely on the frail woman lying before him. Her breathing was faint, erratic, her body cold and lifeless. The skin on her forehead had taken on an unnatural pallor, veins faintly visible beneath the surface, pulsing with something dark and sickly.Then, without hesitation—he pressed the blade to her forehead.At that moment a collective gasp filled the air.The blade sank into her skin, a clean, precise cut, just above her brows. Thick, dark blood oozed out, far darker than normal, almost inky in shade. A foul, iron-like scent filled the space, thick and suffocating.“What the hell—” someone muttered, their voice shaking.The Mayor staggered back, his eyes widening in horror.“This… this isn't normal blood,” another relative whispered, fear lacing their voice.Immediately Dr. Maxwell’s smirk faltered, the arrogance in his eyes dimming as he stared at the unnatural substance flowing from the wound.Again Damien moved with precise efficiency
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Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Five
At that moment London brother s suddenly let go of his leg, allowing him to regain his balance. Then he stepped backward, calm and composed, as if the attack had been nothing but a warm-up stretch.London’s brother landed on his feet smoothly. He straightened up slowly, rotating his ankle as he gave Damien a hard stare. His jaw clenched, but then a smirk broke through his rigid expression.“Well… not bad,” he muttered, his voice laced with restrained anger. “I’m quite impressed.”His eyes narrowed, not in admiration—but calculation.“You dodged my attack,” he continued, voice sharper now, “and you even caught it… cleanly. You didn’t flinch. That says a lot.”He stepped in a slow circle, boots crunching over broken crate pieces.“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked coldly. “No. I see that now. No one from this city—not even the top brass—moves like that.”He stopped pacing and tilted his head.“I know every single person that can do what you just did. Every single one of them.”
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Four
The moment the man’s head bounced on the concrete floor—once, twice, and then a third time—an eerie silence gripped the warehouse. The blood smeared across the floor painted a scene so still and tense, they could almost hear the cold metal in the air.However London’s brother didn’t flinch, not visibly. But his sharp eyes caught every detail. The precision, the speed, the utter lack of wasted motion.At that moment his eyebrow lifted subtly.“That can’t be…” he thought, his fingers slowly curling into a fist by his side. “That’s the Twin Blade Technique.”He had seen it only a few people do it during his training in the Special Division. It wasn’t a move just anyone could pull off. It was a martial arts technique hidden within the high-ranking military, one that fused shadow movement and speed so flawlessly, it made the user seem like they hadn’t moved at all. But in truth, they’d already attacked and returned to their original position before the victim even blinked.Only a handful
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three
At that moment the call rang once…Twice…Three times.Sophia could barely face the phone, her swollen fingers trembling as the pain throbbed up her arms. Just when she thought she would pass out from panic, the line clicked.“Hello?” Damien’s voice came through, steady and calm, but layered with confusion. “Sophia? I just got to the house. You’re not here—what happened?”Tears poured down her cheeks instantly.“I’m sorry…” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…”Damien’s tone shifted. He straightened up slightly, brows drawing in. “What? Wait—what’s going on? Is it because you left the house? That’s why you’re crying like this? Are you hurt or something?”She whimpered, her voice breaking between every word. “Yes… I’m hurt… I couldn’t hold on… Damien, I—”Something about her tone didn’t sit right with him. Her words were strange, broken… too much like someone who was trying to say more than they could.Then suddenly, another voice came on the line.A deeper one, Cold, void of
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Two
The sound of the chair scraping back was subtle, yet everyone in the room fell quiet the moment London’s brother stood to his feet.At that moment the man who had been torturing Sophia immediately lowered his head and stepped aside like a shadow retreating from light. He didn’t need to be told twice—his presence was no longer needed.Then London’s brother spoke, his voice calm, low, but heavy with authority.“I don’t have all day,” he said, coldly. “This has taken too long already.”His tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every word settled into the walls of the warehouse like the creak of metal under pressure. Final, Sure, Dangerous. Then he began walking—each step measured, firm, quiet.Sophia, barely conscious, stirred.She could hear the faint thud of his boots getting closer.Then she blinked slowly.Her eyes, puffy and red, tried to focus through the haze. Her vision was blurred from pain, from tears, from exhaustion. Her body trembled. Her hands throbbed in sharp waves, p
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy One
His fingers grazed the edge of a tool inside the briefcase, and he glanced at her one last time.“Then we’ll force the truth out of you. And by the time we’re done… you won’t even know what hit you.”At that moment the man opened the lower compartment of the metal briefcase and lifted out a small steel object—something that looked like a miniature armor casing. The sharp metallic gleam bounced off the dim light above, and for a moment, Sophia couldn’t even breathe.She watched in horror as he unsnapped the second layer. Inside, a thin row of glinting needles lay in order—longer than average, yet delicate enough to sink beneath the skin without leaving an immediate trace. He picked one, held it between his fingers, and ran it gently across his thumb as if testing its sharpness.Sophia flinched hard against the chair, but the ropes on her wrists only dug deeper into her skin. Her ankles burned with pressure. Her entire body shook, helpless and bound. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy
At that moment Sophia's throat felt dry, her lips trembling with fear, anger, and helplessness. She couldn’t even blink without tears threatening to fall. Her thoughts ran wild, crashing into each other like waves in a storm.‘If I say anything... if I mention Damien…’Her heart clenched painfully. ‘Everything I’ve been planning, all the little steps I’ve taken to get close to him—just to be the woman standing beside him—will never work out. If I ever betray him like this… even once… it's over.’At that moment she bit her lip hard.‘Damien will never look at me the same way. He'll never trust me. He’ll never forgive me. And if he doesn’t trust me, how am I supposed to mean anything to him?’Her gaze dropped to the cold concrete floor, then slowly back to the man still staring at her with lifeless eyes. He was waiting. Pressuring. Ready to pounce if she spoke the wrong word.Her mind kept racing. Even if I stay quiet… even if Damien does show up… this isn’t just street-level thugs anym
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Nine
Hearing what the man just said Sophia’s entire body froze.Her breath caught halfway in her throat as her eyes darted across the room. Her lips quivered, the cold ropes digging into her skin as her wrists trembled against the wooden chair. Fear seeped into her bones like ice water—she didn’t know what they wanted, or why this was happening.The man stood before her, shadowed under the flickering warehouse light. His expression didn’t change. Just cold eyes. Cold lips. Cold silence.Then came the voice—low and sharp like a knife slicing through paper.“You know London, right?”Upon hearing the name, immediately her heart slammed against her chest.Sophia’s head jolted up. “London?” she repeated, her voice a whisper of disbelief.Then, suddenly—everything clicked.Her voice turned sharp, but shaky. “So… London is behind all this?” she asked, blinking fast. “What is going on? What did I do to him? I told him—I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him! I made it clear!”She was brea
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Eight
At that moment the cold air clung to Sophia’s skin, biting at her like invisible thorns. The rough ropes cut into her wrists, but she barely noticed.Because now, the realization hit her, She was in a warehouse.Then her lips parted, dry, trembling as her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light above. Her head ached, her body stiff, but her instinct screamed louder than the pain. She was in danger.At that moment She turned her head slowly, carefully, scanning the space around her, and then—her eyes landed on him.A figure. Seated across the room. His posture relaxed, but everything about him screamed threat. One leg crossed casually over the other, his hands resting on the armrest of the chair like a king surveying his prisoner.His gaze was locked on her.It was Cold, Piercing, Deadly.At that moment Sophia froze.Her breath caught in her throat as her vision gradually sharpened, the fog in her eyes slowly lifting… inch by inch… until the man’s face came into focus.And
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Seven
Seeing what just happened.“Master George!” Serenity cried, rushing to her grandfather’s side. “Please check him! Something’s wrong!”Master George, who had been frozen in place from everything that had just transpired, jolted back to awareness. He quickly moved over, his face pale with urgency as he knelt beside the old man.“Step aside,” he muttered, pulling out a small diagnostic kit from his bag as he began checking the old man’s pulse. His fingers pressed gently against the wrinkled skin at the wrist, then to the side of the neck. His brows furrowed.Serenity hovered beside them, wringing her hands anxiously. “Is he alright? Is he okay? What’s happening? Why did he collapse like that?!”Master George looked up after a moment and let out a slow breath. “He didn’t faint,” he said carefully. “His vitals are normal. He’s just… he’s just in shock, Serenity. The kind of emotional shock that drains the body completely. He needs to rest.”Serenity blinked in disbelief. “Shock?” she whis
