The understated miraculous Doctor.

Chapter Three

Upon hearing Serenity accusations, Damien frowned.

“Your grandfather's condition?”

“I wasn't aware he was ill.”

War Goddess Serenity's already deadly eyes turned even more deadlier, her composure flickered for just a moment.

She studied Damien with razor-sharp intensity, searching for any hint of pretense in his expression.

Her hand was still tightened on her customized golden pistol, knuckles whitening beneath her military gloves.

“You think I'm lying?”

War Goddess Serenity's laugh held a sharp edge.

“Very well. Follow me, since you're so determined to see him.”

Her military boots clicked against the marble floors as she led Damien up a grand spiral staircase.

“Perhaps this will finally end your pathetic pursuit of something you can't have.”

Damien didn't say anything.

The door to the top floor room opened, and it was turned into a medical suite. Advanced monitoring equipment beeped softly, their screens displaying vital signs in holographic detail.

At that moment Damien's breath caught as he approached the bed. The elderly man lay perfectly still, his skin holding a subtle greenish tint that the other doctors had likely dismissed. But Damien recognized it instantly - Seven Stars Spirit Poison, a legendary toxin that hadn't been seen in centuries.

“Your Grandfather has been poisoned,”

Damien spoke quietly, his trained eyes catching the distinctive pulse patterns at Serenity grandfather's throat.

“The Seven Stars variant, complicated by—”

“Poisoned?”

Serenity cut him off with a sneer.

“Our top medical experts found no poison. Yet you waltz in here, claiming to spot in seconds what they couldn't find in months?”

She crossed her arms, her medals in her chest clinking.

“Let me guess - you just happen to know the cure?”

Damien nodded solemnly.

“Purple Dawn Herb, Mirror Leaf Fungus, and Star Fall Root. Combined with—”

“Enough!!”

Serenity's voice cracked like a whip.

“You've seen him. He clearly cannot cancel the engagement. Was that not your real purpose here? To confirm he's truly incapacitated?”

Damien didn't say anything, if not for his master words he would have walked away.

“I'll find the herbs,”

Damien stated simply, turning toward the door.

“ I need your grandfather to annul our engagement himself, you're not worth my time.”

Upon hearing what Damen just said, Serenity eyes Squinted. but she pretended his words didn't get to her.

“Still playing the noble healer?” Serenity's words dripped with venom.

“First you invent a poison only you know about, now you miraculously know its cure? Your desperation to stay connected to my family grows more pathetic by the minute, and it disgusts me.”

At that moment Serenity pointed at the door.

“Get out!”

Her voice cracked.

“Get out and don't you dare return with your lies and false hopes! or I will cut off your arms.”

Damien did even turn around as he walked out of the Villa.

Serenity's eyes were still filled with rage when her phone rang.

Dr.Kyle's name flashed on the screen, making her heart race as she answered the call immediately.

“War Goddess Serenity,”

His grave voice carried the weight of authority.

“I've completed my analysis concerning your grandfather.”

Immediately Serenity straightened instinctively.

“Please, Doctor, tell me what you've found.”

“After extensive laboratory testing and consultation with international experts, we've identified the toxin.” He paused.

“It's the Seven Stars Spirit Poison, an ancient poison thought lost to history.”

The phone nearly slipped from Serenity's suddenly numb fingers. ‘Seven Stars... exactly what that village doctor had...’

“War Goddess? Are you there?”

“Yes,”

she whispered, her mind racing. “It's just... someone mentioned this exact poison earlier today...”

“Impossible!”

Kyle's voice sharpened with interest.

“It took our entire research team weeks to identify it. Who could have—”

“A nobody,”

she cut in quickly, pushing away the unsettling thought.

“A village doctor making lucky guesses. It must be a coincidence.” But her voice lacked conviction.

“I see.”

Dr.kyle's heavy sigh filled the line. “Then I must deliver the harder news. This poison... it's beyond our capabilities to treat. Your grandfather's condition has progressed too far.”

At that moment Serenity gripped the phone so tight.

“There must be something...”

“There is... one possibility.”

Dr. Kyle voice dropped lower.

“There are rumors of a legendary physician who might be able to help. He's known to have distributed ten special cards to selected patients. Anyone holding such a card can seek his treatment.”

immediately Serenity's eyes widened.

“Ten cards? How can I find him?”

“That's the challenge. He's more phantom than man. Some say he travels the world in disguise, testing people's hearts before revealing himself. Others claim he's hidden away in some remote mountain clinic.”

At that moment Serenity's military mind kicked into action.

“I'll mobilize every resource. Contact every medical institution. Search every mountain and villages and make sure I find him and get my hand on his special card!”

**

Sophia family mansion's grand hall hummed with tension as Kyle arrived, his weathered medical bag a stark contrast to his immaculate suit.

Behind him strutted Young Master Landon, his designer shoes clicking against the floors as the servant hurried to open doors for them.

“Sophia,”

Landon called out, straightening his imported silk tie.

“I promised I'd help, didn't I? One call to my Father, and here's Dr.Kyle himself!”

Dona barely glanced his way, her attention fixed on the renowned physician.

“Thank you, Young Master Landon,”

she replied with practiced politeness that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Landon stepped closer, cologne washing over him.

“My Father said Dr. Kyle hasn't come to see any patients in their house in months. But for us...”

He smiled brightly then raised his shoulder.

“It's easy.”

Sophia didn't listen as she lent Dr Kyle to her grandfather's room.

Dr. Kyle's examination was methodical, his experienced hands moving with practiced precision. At that moment the silence grew heavier with each frown that crossed his distinguished features. Finally, he straightened up, his expression grave.

“Miss Sophia,”

he began, his voice carrying the weight of decades of medical expertise.

“Your grandfather's condition...”

He paused, choosing his words carefully.

“The deterioration has progressed beyond conventional treatment options. The internal damage is...to extensive.”

immediately Sophia's legs weakened. Her brother caught her elbow, supporting her.

“But you're among the best in the country,”

she whispered.

“Surely...”

A harsh, wet cough interrupted her plea. Her grandfather's body suddenly convulsed violently.

Immediately Sophia rushed forward as copper-colored phlegm appeared at the corners of his mouth.

“Quick, check his temperature!”

Dr. Kyle ordered, but Sophia was already staring at the display in horror: 40.7 degrees exactly.

Her brother's face was drained of color.

“This morning... that village doctor... he said...”

“He predicted this exactly,”

Sophia's voice shook as she pulled out the crumpled business card from her pocket.

“The symptoms, the timing... everything he said would happen...”

The card trembled in her fingers.

While they had rushed off chasing famous names and reputations, had they actually turned away their grandfather's true hope of survival?