Victoria pulled Megan aside, her face red filled with embarrassment. She darted nervous glances around the corridor to make sure no one was watching before she leaned in closer.
"D-Dr. Megan," she whispered, his voice barely above a breath, "I need your help... it's... uh... a problem. You know, down there."
She pointed vaguely toward his lower body, her face burning.
Megan arched a brow, arms crossing slowly as she leaned against the wall, completely composed. There was a flicker of amusement in her eyes.
"Let me guess— everything I said was true, huh? The same condition you mocked?"
At that moment Victoria looked like a puppy who had been kicked. Her shoulders sagged, and he nodded quickly.
"Please... I'm desperate. It will destroy my life. I'll do anything."
Megan studied him for a beat, with her gaze sharp and unreadable. Then she let out a slow sigh.
"Fine. I'll help a woman like me. But listen carefully—if you go back to wasting your energy with every little thing that smiles at you, don't come crying to me."
Hearing Megan words Megan smiled nodded so hard it was a miracle his head stayed attached. "I swear I'll change. Thank you—thank you, Dr. Megan!"
She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "Here's what you're going to do: find yourself some fresh bull's urine. Not bottled—fresh. Mix that with powdered rhinoceros horn—don't ask where to find it—and a teaspoon of crushed tiger whiskers. Boil everything until it thickens into a paste. Apply it every night. Don't skip, when it's six day go to the hospital."
At that moment Victoria's eyes widened in a mix of terror and hope. "Bull's... urine? Tiger's whiskers? Are you serious?"
Megan's face was stone. "You want it fixed or not?"
"I do! I do!" he stammered, gripping the instructions like a lifeline. "I'll never forget this!"
Megan smirked faintly. "Good. Now do me a favor—don't ever mention this to anyone. If I hear a whisper, I'll know exactly who it came from."
Immediately Victoria nodded.
As Victoria hurried away like a man chasing his last chance at dignity, the atmosphere in the VIP ward shifted once again.
Nathaniel's grandfather slowly stood up from his bed, now with solid footing. His steps were measured but steady, and when he reached Megan, the entire room fell into silence.
He bowed deeply.
"Dr. Megan... you saved my life when even the best in the city failed me. Words fall short." His voice quivered. "I don't know what you might need or want, but please accept this card. It holds ten million dollars. It's the least I can offer."
A hushed gasp spread through the room.
Nathaniel's uncle, a stocky man with a permanent scowl, stepped forward, his voice cracking. "Father! Ten million?! For a stranger?! That's excessive! Even world-class surgeons don't receive that!"
His sister—Nathaniel's aunt—scoffed, her bracelets jingling. "Father, surely something smaller would still express your gratitude. Ten million is absurd!"
Nathaniel stepped forward, face stormy, voice steady.
"Uncle, Aunt... how dare you? If it weren't for Dr. Megan, Grandfather wouldn't be standing here. He'd be gone. And you're debating how much his life is worth?"
At that moment his uncle sneered. "Nathaniel, don't be naive. This woman is nobody. We don't even know where she came from."
"She's not a nobody!" Nathaniel snapped. "She's the only one who acted when the rest of you stood around watching Grandfather fade. If any of you had done even half as much as she did, maybe we wouldn't be in her debt right now!"
"Debt? She's just lucky!" his aunt spat.
But Nathaniel's grandfather raised a single hand, and silence fell once more.
"That's enough," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "This woman risked her name, her hands, and her future to save mine. I will not hear another word questioning her worth. The money stays."
Their protests fell away instantly.
Megan stepped forward, shaking her head.
"Your appreciation is enough. I didn't do this for money."
The old man smiled warmly. "You are truly rare. But if not money... then what can we offer?"
The room went quiet.
Everyone turned to Megan, but no one could think of a suitable offer. A rare herb? A car? A diamond watch? None of it felt right. There was a strange helplessness in the air—how do you repay someone who doesn't ask for anything?
Nathaniel's grandfather finally spoke again, softly, but with sincerity that filled the space.
"Then I will make this vow," he said. "From this day on, I will do everything in my power to repay you—not with money, but with anything you may ever need. Name it, and I will make it happen."
The sincerity of his voice silenced even the most skeptical of family members.
Megan bowed slightly in return. "Thank you."
She turned to leave.
Nathaniel hesitated, then stepped after her.
"Wait—where are you going?"
"I have an audition to attend," Megan said without breaking stride.
Nathaniel blinked. "You're still going?"
Megan glanced back over her shoulder. "Of course."
A flicker of admiration sparked in Nathaniel's eyes. He quickly fell in step beside her.
"Then I'm coming with you."
At that moment when they got outside Minutes later, Megen's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, and her jaw tightened when she saw Damien's name.
However she hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Megan," Damien's voice came through, sharp and filled with accusation.
"What the hell are you doing? what the hell had gotten over you, I just got a call from my mother. She told me everything—how you hit her, I can see you've joined some fraud gang, and how you're walking around with a fake black card trying to scam money from the bank! Do you have any idea what you're doing to yourself and my reputation?"
At that moment Megan's hand clenched around the phone. she closed her eyes, forcing himself to remain calm even as frustration boiled within him.
SHe couldn't believe Damien would just listen to one sided story, and believed her mother.
Immediately Megan exhaled sharply, her patience were wearing thin. "Let me make this very clear," he said, his voice icy. "I didn't hit your mother, and I didn't join any fraud gangs, and mind the manner in which you talk to me."
With that, she ended the call, her grip on the phone tightening for a moment before he placed it back in his pocket.
On the other end, Damien stared at his phone, his emotions swirling in a mix of shock, anger, and confusion. he had never heard Megan speak to her so coldly before, she was sounding like someone who was filled filled with energy even though he broke up with her today.
However she hadn't got much time to quarrel with her now.
he needed to attend a charity event with his girlfriend soon, where he would be able to link up with the top individuals in the city and it would be a great benefit to his business.
Pushing the thoughts of Damien aside, she forced a composed smile and walked out to join his girlfriend, he decided to confront Megan again and get to the bottom of everything later.
**
Twenty minutes later.
A sleek car came to a halt in front of the entrance of the grand banquet hall, And Megan stepped out, straightening her clothes.
Behind, Nathaniel remained in the car, his phone pressed to his ear as she handled an urgent call.
However Megan could barely had a chance to take in the elegant crowd milling about when a familiar voice called out, sharp and laced with disbelief.
"Megan?"
Hearing her name she turned, her expression calm but cold as Damien stood a few steps away, his eyes were wide with shock.
Beside her, was his girlfriend.
"What are you doing here?"
Damien asked, his voice cutting through the gentle hum of chatter around them. "Are you… following me around now?"
Upon hearing what he just said Megan raised an eyebrow, "Why would I?"
Damien's shock quickly turned to anger.
"Don't lie. You have no reason to be here."
Immediately Damien girlfriend stepped forward, his grin widening.
"Ah, the infamous Megan," she said, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Damien told me all about your little stunt with the black card. Fraud, wasn't it? Trying to pass yourself off as someone important?"
Megan met her gaze with an impassive stare, refusing to rise to the bait.
Damien's expression hardened. "Megan, how could you do something so reckless? All because of the divorce, you have started following me around? Have you really fallen this far? or you just can't accept No,?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Megan said flatly, not wanting to waste any more time on explaining herself to someone who wouldn't want to trust her.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Damien shot back, her voice rising.
"That black card. You stole it , didn't you? Or got involved in some scam to make a false one! And you even got the information that I would be attending this event so you came here too, just to impress me and make me regret divorcing you, right? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You could ruin yourself, if you continue like this—if you haven't already!"
"Damien," Megan said, frowning, his tone icy, "don't flatter yourself. It has nothing to do with you."