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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Two
Upon hearing what Damien just said.The doctor’s face twisted with fury.“How dare you?” he spat, his voice booming through the supermarket.His sudden outburst drew even more attention.The unconscious woman’s family closed in, their anger igniting like dry leaves in a wildfire.“Who do you think you are?” one of the men barked, stepping toward Damien. “She’s dying, and you’re standing here accusing a licensed doctor of foul play?”Another woman clutched at her chest, sobbing dramatically.“You heartless bastard!” she wailed. “If my sister dies, it’s because of you!”The tension thickened.People whispered, murmured, exchanging uneasy glances.Jessica’s mother stood frozen, her breathing erratic, torn between fear and desperation.And yet, Damien remained unshaken.His gaze didn’t waver, his stance unmoved, even as multiple voices rose against him.The doctor smirked, emboldened by the support.“I don't have time for this nonsense,” he sneered. “If you want to gamble with a woman's l
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Three
At that moment Damien shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyes cold and unreadable as he watched the scammers vanish from sight.Then he turned and face Jessica and her mother “I told you,”he said, his voice calm, almost bored. “Everything was a setup.”At that moment Jessica’s mother stood frozen, her face pale, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. Jessica herself swallowed hard, eyes darting between Damien and the now-empty supermarket scene.He was right.Every word he had spoken had been right.And yet, as Damien turned to leave, a sharp voice cut through the air.“Where do you think you're going?”Deborah said with a deadly gaze.Damien stilled, but he didn’t turn around.Deborah stormed up to him, her heels clacking against the floor, her face twisted in frustration.“Who do you think you are?” she demanded, glaring at him. “You just love meddling in other people’s affairs, don’t you?”Damien exhaled slowly, his patience wearing thin.“Meddling?” he echoed
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Four
"Mom, can you just stop being delusional. Damien isn't a bad person. We've misjudge him all these years,"Deborah’s face hardened as Jessica spoke, her eyes narrowing in frustration. “Jessica, stop this nonsense! Damien isn’t the kind-hearted man you seem to think he is. We've known him since he was a boy, and we've seen the kind of person he is. You’re deluding yourself!” she retorted with a touch of desperation in her voice.Jessica wasn't deterred by her mother's reaction. “You didn't see what he did for me. He risked his life to save me.Deborah’s voice was unwavering. “Jessica, you may not believe me, but I'm your mother, and I know what's best for you. Damien is an opportunist. Nothing in his life has been earned by hard work or good intentions. It’s all luck.” Her words were tinged with a note of finality.Jessica felt her mother's determination like a brick wall before her. But she wasn’t ready to give up yet." She took a deep breath, the exasperation evident in her voice. "M
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Five
At that moment Winston phone rang and immediately he leaned back in his chair, a sly grin stretching across his face as he answered the call. His fingers idly tapped against the glass of whiskey in his other hand, his voice laced with smug amusement.Seeing it was Serenity he knew something was up perhaps that bastard have been killed already.“War Goodness Serenity,” he drawled, stretching her name happily.“I have been waiting for you call Finally. Tell me, have you dealt with that pest Damien? Is he dead? Are you calling to share the good news?”He chuckled darkly, swirling the liquid in his glass. His eyes gleamed with sadistic satisfaction, enjoying the thought of Damien being nothing more than a forgotten stain in the past. “You shouldn’t be worried about him anymore,” he continued, “He’s just a nobody. If he’s gone, I’ll make sure his corpse disappears without a trace, just leave that to me. He was never important to begin with.”But before he could gloat further, Serenity’s
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Six
At that moment Winston’s eyes flickered with something unreadable as he turned to face Victoria. She stood there with her arms still crossed, head tilted slightly, observing him with an amused smirk. The lighting of the room cast shadows across her face, but it didn’t hide the curiosity burning in her eyes.“Who is this Demian you keep talking about?” she repeated, taking a slow step forward.Winston’s lips curled in irritation. He exhaled sharply, shoving his hands into his pockets as if trying to push away the frustration boiling inside him.“It’s nothing important,” he muttered, brushing the topic off as if it held no weight. But the tightness in his jaw betrayed him.Immediately Victoria narrowed her eyes, sensing the tension in his voice.“Nothing important?” she echoed, arching a perfectly shaped brow.At that moment Winston rolled his shoulders back, his expression hardening. “Yeah. Just some arrogant guy who thinks too highly of himself. I don’t like arrogant people, you know
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred And Thirty Seven
At that moment Deborah’s face was set in stone, her arms was crossed tightly over her chest. Her voice carried an edge of stubbornness as she spoke, “I would never do such a thing. What do I look like, thanking that man?” Her nostrils flared, her lips curling in distaste.She couldn't believe her husband would also be siding with Damien after everything he did to their daughter.Jessica sighed, frustration evident in her expression. “Mom, it was not a guesswork. You know that’s not true.”Immediately Deborah scoffed. “Oh, really? Then what is it? He just happened to be there? He just happened to know exactly what was happening? That’s called luck, not skill. like I said before I would have rather paid that money than lower myself to say thank you to someone like him.” She shook her head, disgusted at the thought.Jessica’s father pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling heavily. “You’re being unreasonable.”But Deborah wasn’t listening. “Demian is useless. I don’t see why we are eve
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Eight
At that moment Jessica's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. A creeping uncertainty settled in her chest as Victoria's words replayed in her head. She then remembered, she Didn't even ask Damien if he was the one who saved her? Her brows furrowed, and she swallowed hard.She had been so sure, so convinced. But now… now the doubt clawed at her, whispering a question she hadn’t considered before. ‘What if I just assumed he was the one?’She murmured to herself.She glanced at Victoria, who was watching her closely, arms still crossed, waiting for her to crack. Jessica’s heartbeat quickened.‘Could it be that someone else saved me?’The thought unsettled her. She remembered seeing Damien’s face before she passed out.‘But… did I really? Or was I just hoping it was him?’Her mind scrambled through that terrifying night, replaying it like a fragmented dream. The sounds of her own heavy breathing. The fear constricting her chest. The darkness. Then… a figure, strong and swift, cut
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty Nine
Damien sat on the couch, the light casting soft shadows across the room. His fingers drummed lightly against the armrest, lost in thought, when his phone suddenly rang, snapping him out of his daze. He picked it up without looking at the caller ID, his voice steady.“Hello?”The deep voice on the other end sent a slight ripple through him—it was the general.“Dr.Damien,” the general’s voice was firm, direct. “I have some bad news.”Immediately Damien straightened, his grip on the phone tightening. “What is it?”The general exhaled, the sound heavy with frustration. “The supplier. The one who was supposed to send me the herbs to replace what was broken—he’s refusing to give it up.”Upon hearing what the general just said.Damien’s brows furrowed. “Why?”“The herb is rare, Damien. The last of its kind in his possession,” the general explained. “He hasn’t been able to procure another one, and there’s no guarantee he will anytime soon.”At that moment Damien’s lips pressed into a thin
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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
