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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Twenty Six
Upon hearing Sophia words on the phone.immediately Jessica leaned closer, her sharp gaze narrowing. Her lips curled into a sneer. “Really? This is what you’re going with?” She turned to her mother, her voice dripping with mockery. “An actress. He went and hired someone to play along. Isn’t that stupid?”Her mother crossed her arms tightly, her face twisting with anger. “You have some nerve,” she spat, directing her fury at Sophia through the phone. “How dare you conspire with him in this charade? Do you think we’re fools?”However Sophia's calm voice broke through the storm of accusations. “I don’t know what this is about, but I assure you—”“Don’t bother,” Jessica interrupted, her tone icy. “No one here is falling for this pathetic little stunt. Honestly, Damien, this is low, even for you.”However Damien opened his mouth to respond, but Jessica's mother 's sharp voice cut him off. “Enough! Do you think lies will get you anywhere? You’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day.”
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Twenty Seven
However Ryan chose his words carefully, dodging his friend’s lingering curiosity. He knew that Damien valued his privacy and wouldn’t appreciate his identity being revealed casually. “It’s better you don’t ask,” Ryan muttered, his tone final.Just as his companion began to reply, a familiar voice broke through the market’s noise. “Ryan!”Jessica appeared, weaving her way toward them with her usual confidence, a bright smile lighting her face. “What a coincidence seeing you here!” she exclaimed, her tone warm.At that moment Ryan's expression immediately cooled, his posture stiffening. “Jessica” he said, his response devoid of enthusiasm.His smile faltered slightly, but he pressed on. “I didn’t expect you at the antique market. Are you looking for something specific?” He hadn’t wanted to come to the market in the first place, knowing full well the tension between Jessica and Damien. The last thing he wanted was to be caught in the middle.“No,” Ryan said curtly. “I was just brough
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Twenty Eight
Upon hearing what Damien just said, Jessica's confident smile turned into a smirk as she crossed her arms, her voice laced with hostility. “You really think you can outbid me here, Damien? Do you even know what you’re doing?” She leaned slightly toward the stall owner, speaking loudly enough for the gathering onlookers to hear. “Well if you don't know, let me tell you Ryan came here with me. He’ll be here any second, and trust me, he won’t let someone like you try to act smart.”Her words were meant to cut, to humiliate. She raised her phone, tapping out a quick message to Ryan, clearly summoning him to the scene. At that moment the stall owner, sensing drama brewing, seemed more entertained than concerned about the outcome, knowing he would have doubled the price very soon.However It didn’t take long before Ryan appeared, walking briskly through the market toward the group. Jessica immediately brightened, gesturing to him as though presenting her ace. “Here he is now,” she announ
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Twenty Nine
Upon hearing what the seller just said. The man’s lips curled into a sneer as he pointed at the wooden box in Damien's hands. “I’ll be taking that, and pay you handsomely.” he said coldly, stepping closer as if his mere presence was enough to intimidate Damien. However Damien's eyes didn’t waver. He met the man’s gaze with a calm, unbothered expression. “No, you won’t,” he said firmly. “I’ve already paid for it. Step aside.” The man’s smirk faltered, but before he could respond, another voice broke through the tension. “Well, if it isn't Damien.” Turning slightly, Damien spotted Brother wolf emerging from behind the man, his expression dark and hostile. Brother wolf' posture screamed animosity as he stood beside his apparent ally, his arms crossed and his tone dripping with venom remembering his last encounter with Damien. “Looks like you’re still throwing your weight around,” He sneered. “Still acting like you own the place, huh?” Damien didn't reply immediately. Instead, h
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty
Upon hearing what Damien just said. Winston's smirk faded into a scowl as Damien words hung in the air. “You’ve got quite the mouth,” he growled, snapping his fingers. At that moment, a man stepped forward from the shadows, his movements calculated and fluid, like a predator sizing up its prey. This wasn’t just any fighter; this was Theodore, a renowned martial artist whose name sent chills through even seasoned warriors. His list of accomplishments was legendary—rumors swirled of him defeating fifty men at once in an underground tournament, and his mastery of pressure-point combat had earned him the moniker "The Unyielding Phantom." Every step he took seemed to command respect, and his stance alone exuded lethal precision. “This is someone worth your time,” Winston sneered, his lips curling into a smirk. He gestured toward Theodore, clearly savoring the moment. “Let’s see if you’re as tough as you think, Damien.” At that moment Theodore didn’t bother with introductions or theatr
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty One
Serenity eyebrows lifted slightly. “What do you mean?” Leaning forward, Waylon lowered his voice as though sharing a secret. “The Miracle Doctor isn’t the only one capable of treating something like Seven star spirit poison. It’s said that his disciple—a prodigy—has already surpassed him in skill. Some even claim this disciple is the greatest healer of our time.” Immediately serenity’s interest sharpened, her eyes narrowing slightly. “His disciple?” she repeated. “Do you know who or where he's?” Waylon shook his head, leaning back with a resigned sigh. “No one does, not for certain. But the disciple's reputation has been growing. Unlike the Miracle Doctor, this one occasionally surfaces, helping people in need. If we can track his movements, it might be easier than chasing after a ghost.” At that moment lips curved into a faint smile, her resolve brightening. “A disciple who’s even more skilled than the master,” she murmured. “That’s not just hope—it’s a real chance.”The aft
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Two
Upon hearing what Damien just said. Jefferson leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Damien,” he said smoothly, his tone almost reverent, “this is a truly remarkable piece. And I’m willing to offer you ten million dollar.” However Damien’s expression remained calm, his gaze steady as he studied Jefferson. “I appreciate the offer,” he said evenly, his voice carrying no hint of hesitation. “But this antique isn’t for sale.” Jefferson blinked, caught off guard by the firmness in Damien’s tone again. “Not for sale?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “Surely, I can make it worth your while. Name your price.” Damien shook his head, his resolve unshaken. “It’s not about the money. This piece is meant to be a gift for an elder—a gesture of my respect. Selling it isn’t an option.” For a moment, the room fell silent, Jefferson’s smile fading slightly as he realized Damien’s stance was immovable. He studied Damien’s face, searching for eve
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Three
Upon hearing what her father just said.Jessica’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to the table, her lips curling into a dismissive smirk. “Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I knew it. This so-called ‘antique’ is nothing more than a cheap flea market find, isn’t it?”Her words hung in the air, drawing the attention of nearby family members. A few stifled chuckles broke the silence, emboldening Jessica further. She turned to her father with mock concern. “Father, you don’t really believe this is anything special, do you? It’s obvious Damien just grabbed the first dusty trinket he could afford in the local market.”One of Jessica’s cousins, leaning against the table, chimed in with a sly grin. “It’s almost insulting, don’t you think? A gift like this? It’s as if he doesn’t take your birthday seriously.”Another relative nodded, their voice loud enough to carry across the room. “You’d think someone with his reputation would try a little harder. But I guess th
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“Um… Damien?” she said gently.He looked up, his eyes meeting hers.She cleared her throat softly. “The items I bought at the audition… what happened to them?”Damien lowered his phone. “They’re here.”“Here?” she echoed.He nodded. “Yeah. I paid for them before we left. They’re in the room next door.”Upon hearing what hearing what Damien said, Sophia blinked, surprised. “You… paid for them?”He gave a light shrug, casual as ever. “You were in no condition to even stand, let alone make a payment. I handled it.”“But… I can— I’ll pay you back, of course,” she said quickly, moving a bit closer.Then Damien leaned back, resting his hand over his knee. His voice was calm, unwavering. “No need.”Immediately Sophia furrowed her brows. “But it was a lot. I insist—”“It’s fine,” he said, cutting her off gently. “It’s just a gesture. A little thank you.”She tilted her head. “Thank you? For what?”Damien’s gaze turned toward the door briefly, as if recalling the chaos of the night before. “Fo
Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty
At that moment Damien’s hand hovered for a moment over the King of Herbs, his eyes locked on its quiet, radiant glow. A soft breath escaped him—a sigh of relief, After everything, he got it. The rarest of the rare. The kind of thing wars had started over. And it was his now.Then he placed it back inside the protective case and locked it away.**London was seated, facing the window with a bright smile on his face, knowing fully well how Damien would be dealt with very soon, and Sophia won't have any other choice then to come bag on her knees, then he's going to teach her a good learn then.Without wasting anymore time he brought out his phone wanting to call Winston when his phone suddenly ring.At moment his eyebrows pushed up when he saw who was calling.The phone was already pressed to his ear, the tension in his neck making the veins visible beneath his skin. His jaw clenched as he listened to the hushed voice on the other side of the call. It was the man he had assigned to monit
Chapter Two Hundred and Nineteen
Under the shattered glass ceiling, Serenity’s mind was spinning as the reality sank deeper. One of her subordinates, wide-eyed and pale, turned to her with disbelief still dancing on his features. “Boss… do you have any idea what this means? These thugs—we’ve lost good men trying to even track them. And this Damien, this… spy, just ended it like it was nothing?”Another one muttered, “It doesn’t make sense. It’s not just about strength. The gang’s top fighters control elements. One of them nearly crushed Lieutenant Miko with fire last year, remember?”Serenity stood frozen for a moment. Her thoughts tangled. She had personally reviewed Damien’s files. They didn’t add up to this. A good tracker, yes. Skilled in close combat, yes. But this? This was something else entirely.“I don’t understand anymore,” Serenity whispered, more to herself than anyone else.Just then, her gaze shifted—caught something. Someone. Immediately her eyes narrowed.There, seated at the far end of the room, al
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen
Not wasting a second more, Damien gathered everything they had won—each item stacked and arranged with a calm precision, as though the chaos moments ago never happened. Then he walked closer to Sophia, without asking, without waiting, he leaned down and lifted Sophia into his arms.She didn’t protest.Her body was still shaking, eyes unfocused. She had just witnessed death brushing shoulders with them, and if Damien hadn’t been there, she knew they wouldn’t be alive right now. Her legs couldn’t carry her. So she simply leaned her head against his chest, letting herself be held.Without glancing at Serenity.Without saying a single word to anyone else.Damien at that moment walked out of the auction hall.Everyone instinctively made space for him—none dared to move or speak until his figure disappeared through the doors.Then silence followed them Serenity exhaled harshly.Her jaw clenched as her eyes tracked the direction Damien left. Her hands trembled by her side—then suddenly, s
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventeen
He stomped the ground with one foot, and the tiles cracked beneath him.“No human can break through this. No one.”Then He pointed at Damien.“Just give up.”The room was silent. No one moved. No one even breathed.They didn't want to get themselves involved in a cross fire, and some of them where still wondering how Damien had been able to Survive this long, They thoughts he would have been crushed by now.The gang leader stood tall, his arms bulging, his breath loud, his skin slightly glowing from the transformation he just underwent. His voice was heavy and dark.“I won’t say it again. You better go on your kneel, and apologize,” he snarled at Damien. “I don’t have time to waste.”Damien’s eyes remained steady, calm—too calm. His hands stayed loose at his sides, and then, just like that, he moved.In one sharp, deliberate motion, Demian stepped forward, and before anyone could register what had happened, his open palm connected directly with the side of the gang leader’s jaw.Imme
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen
At that moment Without wasting even a second, the men sprang into action. They were trained killers, each one known across the underworld for his unique abilities. One of them rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bandolier of gleaming silver daggers strapped across his chest—every one of them sharpened to perfection. His fingers danced over the hilts like a pianist warming up. Another stepped forward, pulling out a matte-black pistol with a silencer attached, cocking it with a deadly click that made the air itself shiver.Seeing what was going on the room tensed like a wire stretched to its limit.Gasps echoed. immediately Sophia covered her mouth,her heart racing, her eyes locked on Damien.Then—nothing. Not a warning. Not a shout. Not a blink.Damien vanished from where he stood.In less than a heartbeat, he reappeared right in front of the man with the gun. The assassin didn’t even realize what had happened until his wrist snapped backward, the gun flying from his hand like a toy. B
Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen
Others were already weeping silently, their knees pressed hard to the floor, afraid even to breathe too loudly. One of the artifact gurus fainted in fear, collapsing beside his assistant who tried to hold him up without raising his head.Even Jefferson, the man known for his unshakable confidence and power, looked pale. His jaw clenched tightly. His fists trembled by his sides. He had faced powerful businessmen, underworld bosses, and government figures—but this… this was something different.He knew the truth. These weren’t people you negotiated with. These were the kind you survived by obeying. Any wrong word, any wrong glance, and your head might be the next thing auctioned off.The entire hall was still—dead silent.Then, the boss of the gang—his voice low but sharp enough to cut steel—stepped forward, eyes fixed on Damien.“I’m going to ask you just one more time,” he said, his voice echoing through the chamber, each word heavy with threat. “What are you going to use that herb
Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen
Immediately as the armed thugs fanned out across the auction hall, tension thickened the air like smoke. Guests hardly had time to catch their breath when the next wave arrived—three more men, strong and broad-shouldered, walking in with calm, deliberate steps.They wore black suits, sleek but dangerous, the kind of suits that didn’t belong at elegant auctions but in backroom dealings. Beneath their rolled-up sleeves, bold tattoos wrapped around their forearms—snakes, daggers, blood-red skulls. The moment they stepped in, no one needed to be told—they were the ones really in charge.Unlike the first group, they didn’t carry guns. They didn’t need to.The tallest among them, his jacket slightly unbuttoned and his hair slicked back, took two steps forward and scanned the room with a cold smirk.Then he spoke.“This audition is over.”His voice was deep, clear, and carried a weight that silenced the room instantly.“From this moment on,” he continued, “we’re in control. So everyone, be
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen
Across the room, Damien remained motionless. His expression was unreadable, his eyes locked onto the bidder with a quiet intensity.Sophia, sitting beside him, could feel the shift in energy.“Jefferson is hesitating,” she whispered, glancing at Damien. “Are you going to—”However Damien didn’t respond. He just watched, knowing it wasn't time yet.Meanwhile, the auctioneer, sensing the rising tension, cleared his throat. “Twenty million going once—”The room held its breath.“Twenty million going twice—”Jefferson tilted his head slightly, as if considering his next move.Then, just as the hammer was about to drop—“Thirty million.”A new bid, a shocking new bid.And this time, it wasn’t from Jefferson.The tension in the auction hall was thick, the air heavy with anticipation. All other bidders had fallen silent.Now, it was just two men.Jefferson, And the mysterious bidder still clutching his phone, murmuring to someone on the other end.The guest couldn't do anything but watched.
