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The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Eight
Arriving at the venue, Damien leaned against the sleek black car, arms crossed, his gaze scanning the entrance. He had been waiting for a few minutes now, and though he wasn’t the type to get impatient over small things, he didn’t particularly enjoy being kept waiting either.Just as he was considering calling, Sophia appeared.Dressed in a tailored cream-colored outfit that screamed class and elegance, she moved toward him with quick strides, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. But what caught Damien’s attention wasn’t her outfit—it was the slightly panicked look in her eyes, the way she seemed just a little out of breath.“I’m so sorry, Damien!” She rushed the words out, pressing a hand to her chest as if steadying herself. “I swear, I left as soon as I could, but I got caught up in some… family matters. It was just something I had to deal with before leaving the house.”At that moment Damien eyed her for a second, his sharp gaze catching the slight tension in her shoul
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Nine
The auctioneer cleared his throat. “A curious find. This box was recovered from an underground chamber, deep within the ruins of a forgotten dynasty.Despite its simplicity, our experts believe it may contain something significant. It is locked and has yet to be opened.”Hearing what he just said a few people chuckled. A locked wooden box? A gamble?The scoffing continued. “Who in their right mind would waste money on something like that?”The murmurs spread like ripples in water as their gaze landed on Damien and Sophia.“Are they just here to watch?”“They haven’t placed a single bid.”“Maybe they can’t afford anything.”The whispers weren’t subtle. Some of the attendees, dressed in elegant suits and traditional attire, cast glances at Sophia and Damien, their expressions ranging from curiosity to amusement. A young woman and an even younger-looking man, sitting among collectors and connoisseurs, yet remaining utterly silent? It was strange.At that moment One of the older men scof
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Ten.
At that moment the auctioneer straightened his posture, his voice dropping into a more dramatic tone as he gestured toward the simple, handcrafted necklace.“Ladies and gentlemen, what you see before you is not just any necklace. Some of you may scoff, thinking it's merely a piece of local craftsmanship. But I assure you…” He leaned slightly forward, scanning the room. “This necklace holds more value than you can possibly imagine.”Hearing what he just said, the murmuring died down. Even those who had mocked the kento earlier now looked toward the stage with renewed curiosity.The auctioneer took a step closer to the display. “Legend has it that this necklace is a bearer of fortune. It is said to possess the ability to grant wishes—not just any wishes, but those born from acts of kindness. If the wearer is pure-hearted, if they are generous, if they give without expectation… this necklace shall reward them in ways even I dare not claim to understand.”At that moment a hush fell over
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Two Hundred and Eleven
Sophia felt reassured. She nodded, trusting his words.The auction continued. Sophia was able to secure four more. It was just one short.Then, at that moment—Jefferson walked into the auction hall.The entire room fell into a stunned silence.Whispers spread like wildfire. People exchanged glances, some in shock, others in anticipation.Everyone knew who Jefferson was—his presence alone shifted the energy of the entire room.His connections, his undeniable influence in the world of artifacts, and his unwavering confidence in bidding made him a feared competitor.without being told they knew If Jefferson was here, then something big was about to happen.People who had earlier dismissed the auction as nothing special suddenly straightened in their seats, eyes sharp with interest.Seeing Jefferson Sophia felt her grip tighten slightly. She had already won four, but with Jefferson here… would she get the last one?Damien, however, remained completely calm, unfazed by the sudden turn of e
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At that moment, a hush fell over the room as the first bid cut through the silence.“Two million dollars!”Immediately heads turned sharply toward the bidder—a middle-aged man in an immaculately tailored suit, confidence radiating from him as he adjusted his cufflinks.For a split second, the room remained quiet.Then, murmurs erupted like wildfire among the attendees.“Did he just say two million? For an herb?”“Ridiculous! Just because someone called it the ‘King of Herbs’? No one even knows what it actually does!”“Maybe he’s just trying to flex his wealth. A stunt bid to scare off competition.”At that moment in time some of the so-called artifact experts exchanged uncertain glances. The way the auctioneer had spoken about the herb had piqued their curiosity, but none of them had ever heard of such a plant before.“Could it really be worth that much?” one of them muttered under his breath, eyeing the bidder carefully.Among the crowd, Jefferson watched silently, his fingers tappin
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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.
The understated miraculous Doctor. 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
The understated miraculous Doctor. 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
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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
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Upon hearing what Serenity grandfather just said, Damien nodded and immediately Serenity grandfather weak cheek raised almost covering his eyes.Serenity’s grandfather was still grinning, a youthful spark in his eyes, when he turned toward his granddaughter. “Serenity,” he said with pride, “is this is your husband? Your betrothed?”His voice echoed with warmth, but there was also command in it—the tone of a man used to being obeyed. “And tell me why is he standing like a guest? What kind of wife doesn’t offer her husband a seat? Do you know who he is?”At that moment Serenity’s breath caught. She didn’t dare lift her gaze toward Damien.Her grandfather chuckled softly. “Ah, you think because you’re a war goddess, everything must bow to your military shoes, eh? But when it comes to your husband, you’re still to be an house-wife. Show him some respect. Go on, do what’s needed.”Still Serenity stood frozen, cheeks burning. Her heart pounded. Not from embarrassment, but from guilt. Shame
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The room was still, the air thick with tension.Then all eyes were on Serenity’s grandfather as the black veins that once crawled like twisted roots across his skin began to fade. One by one, the dark spots on his chest and neck lost their color, retreating beneath the skin as though scared away by something stronger.However Damien didn’t flinch. His eyes flicked toward the wall clock—60 seconds.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and began removing the acupuncture needles. His movements were swift but precise, each needle sliding out with a near-silent whisk.Master George held his breath the entire time, his fists clenched. He was watching something he knew only existed in ancient medical scripts—techniques thought to be lost to time.As Damien collected the final needle, he reached for the bowl containing the king of herb mixture.“Open his mouth,” Damien said calmly.Serenity stepped forward without saying a word, her hands trembling slightly as she gently pried her grandfath
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At that moment Serenity stood frozen. Her chest tightened, and her fingers curled slightly at her sides. She blinked slowly, unsure if she had misheard Master George.‘Fifty million dollars’She turned toward Damien, her expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out. Her heart was thumping, not because of fear—but because the weight of everything she thought she knew about Damien had just crumbled.Damien, on the other hand, remained calm. His voice, low and steady, cut through the stunned silence.“Yes,” he said simply. “I bought it. For myself. But right now, I’m using some of it for him. He needs it more than I do.”There was no pride in his voice. No boast. Just calm truth. Master George’s eyes widened even further. He took a shaky step forward, still staring at the herb in Damien’s hand as if it were a living legend.“This…” he muttered. “This herb is priceless.”His voice trembled slightly as he continued, speaking m
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At that moment she shut her eyes tight, her fists clenching. “That’s not who I am, it was just mistake.”The more she sat there, the more her thoughts spiraled. Every second Damien stayed away added another layer of guilt she couldn’t shake off.“He probably left because of me,” she said quietly, standing up suddenly. “He would publicly not want to see me when he comes back.”Her gaze fell across the room—the glass she used earlier, the folded laundry still on the chair, and the space that for a moment, felt like home.But not anymore, Sophia grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She wouldn’t stay here, not when everything felt so heavy and awkward.Her decision was swift.She stepped out of the room, locked the door gently behind her, and walked out of Damien’s house.She was heading to the apartment she used to live in before everything changed—the one outside her family’s estate, tucked away on a quiet street where no one bothered her.Not long after she arrived and the
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Two
At that moment the room fell into an eerie silence.Damien’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at Sophia’s lips just inches from his. Her breath lingered on his skin. She blinked rapidly, stunned, frozen. Both of them didn’t move, didn’t speak.Then suddenly, as if reality had just slammed into them, they both pulled back at the exact same moment.Immediately Sophia scrambled to her feet, avoiding his eyes. Her cheeks had turned bright red, and her hands were fidgeting with the hem of her top.However Damien stood up more slowly, brushing invisible dust off his shirt. He didn’t dare look at her. Not now. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of what just happened. The kiss wasn’t supposed to happen—especially not like that.At that moment Sophia opened her mouth slightly, maybe to say something, maybe just to break the silence—but nothing came out. She closed it again, exhaled softly, turned around, and walked quickly toward the guest room, her face still red, her pace stiff.Ho
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At that moment Damien leaned back into his car, his eyes shifted slightly, curious but calm. “You said you wanted to talk about something important?”Uncle Bernard exhaled slowly and nodded, gripping his key tighter than usual. “Yes... it’s about the War Goddess. Serenity.”Damien’s brows barely twitched, but he was listening now.“I’ve been thinking,” Uncle Bernard continued, choosing his words carefully. “Something occurred to me. Serenity... she actually needs your help. Her grandfather really sick. And I mean... serious sick.”He glanced at Damien briefly before focusing back.“I know you might not be interested, but... I think you should just do what’s needful,” he added quietly. “Heal the old man. You’re capable. And honestly, Serenity might be of great benefit to you in the future.”Damien didn’t say a word yet. The silence stretched.“I mean,” Bernard added with a nervous chuckle, “she’s not just any woman. She’s... she’s the war goddess. If you help her, she could open more
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty
At that moment Damien then walked closer to him, his steps slow and deliberate. The air in the room had shifted. Even the faintest breath felt heavy now. The man in handcuffs lifted his head to meet Damien’s eyes—those sharp, unflinching eyes that no longer held any room for patience.“I told you,” Damien said, each word laced with calm fury, “Like I told you… you’re done for.”His voice didn’t rise, but it cut deeper than any shout ever could.“For what you just did… and everything else—for trying to bring others down, for twisting everything to suit yourself—you’re going to go down.”At that moment the man’s mouth opened slightly, as if to argue. But no sound came. He had nothing left to say.His eyes widened as he watched Demian—not with fear alone, but with disbelief.He hadn’t imagined this would happen.He hadn’t thought Demian was capable of this.He hadn’t believed that someone he dismissed as nothing could rise with such quiet dominance and bring the entire room to its knees.
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Damien’s tone was still composed, but his words hit with precision like sharpened steel.his gaze sweeping the entire panel with contempt that couldn’t be missed.“You’ve kept quiet long enough,” he said, his voice low but firm. Then he pointed—straight at them.“All of you. You’ve destroyed innocent people long enough. And the worst part? You think you’re untouchable.”Some committee members shifted uneasily. One cleared his throat but said nothing.“You think the world revolves around you,” Damien continued. “You think you can twist laws, make up punishments that suit your egos—punish anyone you don’t like, simply because you can.”His words cut deeper than raised voices ever could.“And let’s talk about the so-called crime here. A product fell below standard. That happens. There are clear procedures for this kind of thing. You fine the company—between ten and fifty thousand dollars—standard penalty.”He paused deliberately, letting the weight of his words settle.“They’ve agreed to
