Adam scared out of his mind, decided to trust the professional doctor at this critical junction. He held out a hand, stopping Dr. Ray. “Noah, please let him work.”
Dr. Ray looked incredulous, his jaw clenching in frustration. “This kid… he’s trying to kill the old man!” His voice was sharp, bordering on panic. Without hesitation, he lunged to move Noah away, but he met a resistance he hadn’t expected. Noah stood like a wall, unmoved, his focus unbreakable.
“Security, come in here and move this guy!” Dr. Ray shouted, his frustration boiling over as he waved at the door, summoning help.
Amelia and Carmilla, standing on the edge of the room, were too shocked to react. Fear gripped them both, freezing them in place as they watched the unfolding chaos.
Noah’s cold voice sliced through the tension without even turning around. “Mr. Adam, I will tell you one thing: if I stop treating the old man for even a second, he will die.”
“Choose your next action very carefully,” he said as he spared Adam a cold glance.
Adam took a step back, sweat forming on his brow. That glance Noah gave him—it wasn’t the look of a mere high schooler. It was the look of someone with complete control.
“This guy… he’s not normal,” Adam thought, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Still stunned by the intimidation radiating from Noah, Adam raised a trembling hand. “Dr. Ray,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, “Do as Mr. Noah says. You will be responsible for disobeying military orders if anything happens. Your punishment will be severe.”
Hearing this, Dr. Ray fell silent, his defiance crumbling under the weight of Adam’s words. He looked at Noah once more, a mixture of resentment and reluctant acknowledgment settling in. His eyes followed the young man’s hands, watching his movements. And as much as he hated to admit it, Noah’s technique was flawless. The rhythm, the precision—it was as if the boy had been doing this for decades.
A few tense seconds later, the old man’s heart rate began to stabilize. The beeping from the monitor evened out, and everyone exhaled a collective sigh of relief.
Noah, however, didn’t relax. His eyes were still sharp, still focused. “What are you all doing?” he asked, his voice cold and calm. “I’ve only delayed the inevitable. If we don’t act fast, he won’t make it.”
He turned to Amelia, who handed him a pen without hesitation. Noah scribbled a list with quick strokes: “100-year-old ginseng, black seed oil,…, I need a cauldron and acupuncture needles too.”
Adam, without missing a beat, grabbed his phone and made a series of rapid calls. “Get everything on this list, now. I expect it within 15 minutes.”
Amelia looked at Noah, her eyes filled with warmth. She was thankful to Noah, he had saved her and now he was saving her grand dad.
“He is really different from anyone I’ve ever met.” she muttered, as she stared at his focused face.
“He is more handsome when he is focused,” she thought but immediately discarded the thought, as she was reminded of her granddad’s condition.
Ten minutes later, the necessary herbs and supplies arrived, and the delivery team rushed to set them up in the backyard.
Dr. Ray, still sceptical, leaned in and whispered to Adam. “Sir, are you sure you want to let him do this? This is—”
“Enough!” Adam barked. His eyes were fierce. “Just listen to him and follow his instructions. I don’t want to repeat myself again. You couldn’t even properly diagnose my father.”
Dr Ray clenched his fists but bit back any further protest. He nodded, stepping back as Noah took command once again.
Adam led Noah to the backyard, where a fire pit had already been set up.
He set the cauldron above the fire, his eyes scanning the ingredients one last time before beginning.
This needs to be perfect, he thought. There wasn’t any room for error.
“First… the ginseng,” Noah muttered under his breath, his hands moving swiftly. The 100-year-old root felt heavy in his hands, rough and knotted from age. “This root is vital. It carries the life force of a century within it—enough to reignite the old man’s weakened heart.”
He sliced the root into precise pieces, each cut revealing the ginseng’s potent, golden flesh. Dropping the slices into the bubbling water, the cauldron hissed, steam rising in curls, carrying the sharp scent of the herb.
“The heat needs to stay just right. Too high and the essence burns off. Too low, and it won’t release properly,” Noah whispered, adjusting the flames. He glanced at Adam, who watched in tense silence, while Amelia and Carmilla remained frozen with anticipation.
Next, Noah reached for the vial of black seed oil. “This will balance the ginseng’s fiery energy,” he explained to himself, his hands moving with practised precision.
The oil poured thick and dark into the cauldron, merging with the ginseng’s essence. “It soothes inflammation and will stabilize the immune system.”
“Nigella sativa, commonly known as black seed oil, is a remedy highly valued across various traditional medicines. Its applications are so extensive that it has been famously described as a cure for all ailments, except death.”
The mixture bubbled gently, a deep, earthy fragrance filling the air as the herbs began to meld together.
Now, the Spirit Grass. Noah’s fingers brushed the dried, finely ground herb, his mind fully focused. “This will strengthen his body, enhancing his internal defenses. It’s crucial in fighting off any lingering infection or imbalance.”
He sprinkled the Spirit Grass into the cauldron, watching as the liquid turned from a pale golden hue to a deep, rich green.
The transformation was happening exactly as it should, and Noah could feel the potency of the mixture increasing with each step.
The fire crackled beneath the cauldron, and Noah kept his attention on the brew, not once allowing his mind to wander. “It’s almost done,” he whispered, his breath visible in the cool evening air.
“The final step… is patience.”
The mixture thickened as it simmered, the herbs working together to form a powerful, life-restoring concoction. Noah’s hands never left the cauldron, his eyes sharp and focused, ensuring that nothing went wrong in the critical moments ahead.
This is it, Noah thought, his heart pounding in rhythm with the cauldron’s bubbling. “I need to form the pill now before it cools too much.”
He carefully poured the thickened liquid into a bowl, cooling it just enough to work with. His fingers moved deftly, shaping the warm mixture into a small, round pill. The pill shimmered faintly in the dim light, an ethereal glow coming from within it.
Noah held it up, inspecting his work. Perfect.
Turning to Adam, he handed over the pill. “This… this will save him.”
Adam stared at the pill in awe, his hands shaking slightly as he took it. “Is it really going to work, Noah?”
“It will,” Noah said confidently. “The old man had Virelen’s Veil. It’s an illness that is contracted through a parasite, the parasite hides deep in the heart and is impossible to spot.”
Adam looked at him for a second then hurried back to his father’s bedside, placing the pill carefully into the old man’s mouth. Everyone held their breath as the seconds ticked by.
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