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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Three
At that moment Serenity's gaze flickered downward, her sharp eyes scanning the shattered remains of the herb scattered across the floor. The moment recognition set in, her entire expression darkened.Immediately She lifted her head slowly, her piercing gaze locking onto Damien.Then more heavy silence fell over the room, suffocating, thick with tension.Winston, sensing the perfect moment, nodded eagerly. “Yes, War Goddess. He broke it. And instead of taking responsibility, he’s making a scene.”Serenity’s lips pressed into a thin line. Then, without warning, she turned to Damien.“What the hell did you do?!”Her voice lashed through the air like a whip, sharp and commanding. The weight of her authority crashed down on the room, forcing even the bystanders to tense up.Damien, who had been bracing himself for this exact moment, barely flinched. His shoulders remained relaxed, his expression unreadable.London smirked, his arms crossed, enjoying the scene. Winston, standing tall besi
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Four
Upon hearing what London just said, Serenity’s rage boiled over like an unchecked inferno.Immediately Her fingers twitched at her sides, her jaw clenched so tightly it looked as if she was grinding her teeth into dust. Her sharp gaze burned through Damien, filled with nothing but sheer disappointment and fury.Winston, seeing an opportunity to do more damage, took advantage of the moment. A slow smirk curled on his lips as he took a step forward, feigning mock realization.“I see,” Winston drawled, voice oozing with condescension. “Now it all makes sense. Damien wasn’t here by coincidence. He was trying to run away with the herbs, wasn’t he? That’s why he bumped into me.”His smirk deepened, his gaze flicking to the shattered remnants of the herbs on the floor before returning to Damien.“And now he’s acting all innocent? This is embarrassing.”At that moment London sighed, shaking his head like a disappointed older brother. “I knew something was off. The moment he offered to sell
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Five
At that moment London couldn't hide his satisfaction, his smirk growing wider as he watched Serenity about taking action. Damien had no escape this time.Serenity, her expression ice-cold, held her phone to her ear. “Come over immediately,” she ordered, her voice clipped with authority. There was no hesitation, no doubt. She had heard enough, and she was done playing games.However Damien remained eerily calm, but his fists were clenched at his sides. He knew Serenity was angry, but this… this was a level of rage he hadn’t seen from her before. She wasn’t just angry—she was livid. And she was making sure he paid for what she believed he had done, with even thinking, and she believes that London and Winston cheap talk.London, emboldened by her reaction, let out a low chuckle. “That’s right, War Goddess Serenity. Make sure he pays for every single bit of it. This kind of fraud can’t go unpunished.”immediately Winston scoffed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Honestly, Damie
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Six
Upon hearing what the man just said. Serenity froze, her grip tightening around the phone as the weight of the situation sank in. The general needed the herb immediately. An emergency. A situation she hadn't anticipated. Her mind raced, her breath hitching slightly. But the herb was gone. At that moment Her gaze flickered down to the shattered remnants on the floor, her stomach twisting. She clenched her jaw. ‘Damn it.’ How was she going to explain this? London and Winston were watching her carefully, eager to see how she would handle the crisis. Even Damien, despite the accusations thrown at him just moments ago, had an unreadable expression. She opened her mouth to respond to the general, ready to admit that the herb had been destroyed. Ready to take responsibility for the failure. But before she could utter a single word, a voice interrupted her. “Give me the phone.” Serenity turned sharply, eyes narrowing as Damien took a step toward her, his gaze steady. She scoffed.
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Seven
At that moment Winston’s voice carried a sharp edge as he stepped forward. “War Goddess Serenity, you can’t seriously be considering this. Don’t believe a single word coming out of Damien’s mouth.” His gaze flickered toward Damien with blatant disdain. “Yes, the general’s son is in critical condition, but do you really think he is the kind of man who can save him?”Immediately London scoffed, adding fuel to the fire.“Exactly. Look at him, War Goddess Serenity. Does this guy even look like he could treat a common fever, let alone someone who could be dead in three hours?” He shook his head with a smirk. “This is a joke. And if you let him walk out of here thinking he can actually do something, you’re making the biggest mistake.”Damien, standing with his arms crossed, exhaled quietly. He had no interest in arguing with men who only knew how to talk big and accomplish nothing.Winston, emboldened by London’s words, stepped even closer to Serenity. “Listen, I can make one call right
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Eight
At that moment Damien didn't hesitate. He moved with absolute precision, rolling up his sleeves as he reached into his box, retrieving another needle—this one slightly thicker than the first. The glow was gone, but its craftsmanship was different, sharper, as if it was designed for something far more dangerous.“Hold him steady,” Damien ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.However The general hesitated but eventually placed a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. Damien then leaned forward, carefully pressing his fingers against the boy’s abdomen, searching for the exact location where the poison had built up. When he found it, his expression darkened.The poison had completely taken over.“The herb’s resistance is gone,” Damien muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. “The poison is now unrestricted.”At that moment the general clenched his fists, his breath uneven. “You’re saying the herb wasn’t a cure?”“It was a temporary shield,” Damien corrected. “It fought the po
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Twenty Nine
At that moment Seeing how the general treated Damien with such deep respect, Serenity found herself stunned into silence.For the longest time, she had convinced herself that Damien was nothing more than an opportunist, someone who had simply been lucky enough to stumble upon rare opportunities and he took advantage of it. But the way he treated the boy—effortlessly, precisely, without a trace of hesitation—was something no mere amateur could do.It should have been a difficult procedure, one that would leave even seasoned doctors exhausted, but Damien?He hadn’t even broken a sweat.At that moment Serenity clenched her fists. How?The general, a man known for his rigid standards and distrust of outsiders, had not only acknowledged Damien but had also rewarded him.This wasn’t normal.Serenity found herself unsettled, something gnawing at the back of her mind. Had she been wrong about him all along? But she shoved the thought aside. Regardless of what had happened, the matter was sett
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Hundred and Thirty
At that moment Serenity didn’t waste time.She never wasted time.With a sharp breath, she pulled out her second phone—a secure line meant for military use. This wasn’t something she could entrust to a regular intelligence team. No, Damien was far too careful with that. If he was hiding something, it wouldn’t be found through simple background checks.That’s why she was using Deep Five.She dialed the number.The call barely rang before it was answered.“ War Goddess.” The voice was crisp, no emotion, just pure efficiency.“I need a full trace on someone. Damien.”There was no need for further explanation. Deep Five didn’t ask questions. They simply dug up the truth.“How far back?”“Fifteen years,” Serenity said without hesitation.A pause. “That deep?”Serenity’s eyes darkened. “That deep.”The voice on the other end hummed in acknowledgment.“Understood. Standard database search, or do we need access to military records?”Serenity clenched her jaw.“I don’t want standard records. I
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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
