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    Foley broke down, his voice cracking as the words spilled out without pause. “Dr. Atkinson, my son copsed from a heart attack. They gave him thrombolytics at the hospital, but now he’s bleeding badly. The doctors have given up. They say there’s nothing left to try. He’s slipping away! Please, we don’t have anyone else. You’re the only one who might still be able to save him!”


    As soon as he finished, all eyes turned to “Milena.” For a patient to suffer a massive hemorrhage after clot-busting therapy was a medical nightmare. The situation seemed hopeless, if even the experts had surrendered. The entire room seemed frozen, breath held, waiting to see if the famed doctor could pull off a miracle and wrest Jarvis from the brink of death.


    The room was filled with medical professionals, including several renowned experts. Before “Milena” could even lift a hand, a number of them surged forward to assess Jarvis themselves.


    Murray, the chairman of Skyflower Hospital and a revered professor at Ublento Medical University, stepped in to lead the assessment.


    Their examination was swift but thorough. Soon, a heavy silence fell as they exchanged worried nces and subtle shakes of the head. The verdict was clear on every face—Foley hadn’t exaggerated a thing. Jarvis’s condition was beyond grim. Even with thetest medical technology, Jarvis’s chances were practically nonexistent. His life dangled by the thinnest of threads, slipping further with eachbored breath.


    Yet, where these doctors saw a hopeless case, a sliver of wild hope lingered since Milena was no ordinary doctor. His fame rested on two peerless techniques: VoxSalutis and Golden Needle.


    VoxSalutis, Milena’s personal miracle cure, was rumored to pull the dying back from death’s door and halt even the worst bleeding. Golden Needle—an ancient, nearly mystical tool—had stumped generations of doctors, yet Milena wielded it with surgical brilliance that none could rival.


    The legend of Milena’s dual mastery spread far and wide, credited with countless feats no ordinary physician could dream of. Anecdotes of his rescuing hopeless cases echoed through hospitals everywhere, proof of a talent that eclipsed all others present. His name carried such mythic weight that even veteran experts deferred to him as the final authority in any crisis.


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    So, when defeat settled over the crowd, every desperate gaze fell on the fake Milena, eyes shining with the blind faith reserved for a miracle worker.


    But the imposter hesitated, his cheeks burning as panic threatened to drown him. His credentials weren’t entirely a lie—his medical prowess was respectable, enough to fool most. But surrounded by giants and faced with a case even they couldn’t solve, he was out of his depth. If he dared to act and failed, his reputation would shatter, and his masquerade would copse in an instant.


    Completely unaware of his crisis, Trinity lingered at his side, her lips curled into a self-satisfied smile. She assured Foley, her tone dripping with confidence, “Please, there’s no need to worry. With Dr. Atkinson here, your son is as good as saved.”


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