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    A middle-aged man in his fifties stepped forward, his face sharp with authority as he scanned Christina from head to toe. “How dare you, youngdy, call Dr. Emmett by his full name?” he scolded.


    But as the man looked closer and saw how young Christina was, his anger eased a little. She probably didn’t know any better. Still, he didn’t like her tone. Not one bit. This was Calvin they were talking about—one of the world’s most respected surgeons. Even now, his hands worked with the steady precision of a master. When it came to craniotomies, no one could match him. He was a living legend—admired, respected, idolized by doctors across the globe. For many in the medical world, just seeing Calvin once was a lifelong dream. To learn from him—even the smallest bit of wisdom—was an honor.


    “You must be the director, Mr. Johan Duffy,” Christina said with a calm smile, meeting his gaze without flinching. “Good day, Mr. Duffy. I’d like to meet Dr. Emmett.”


    By now, the two bodyguards had her firmly in their grip. But she remained calm, still smiling.


    Johan raised a brow, slightly surprised. She had guts. Maybe it was just youthful boldness. Something about her coolness impressed him. Still, he couldn’t say he liked her approach.


    His eyes swept over her again, stern as ever. Then, Christina bent her knees and began to sway gently, using the bodyguards like a pair of swing posts, smiling as if she were enjoying herself.


    Johan was so caught off guard that he nearlyughed out loud. She reminded him of his granddaughter—the same yful spirit, the same spark in her eyes. His impression of her softened, just a little. But he didn’t drop his stern tone. “Dr. Emmett doesn’t see visitors. You should leave at once.”


    Christina swung a little harder. “No. I must see him.”


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    The bodyguards exchanged exasperated looks. If they had known she’d turn them into swing posts, they wouldn’t have held her in the first ce. She looked like she was having a grand old time, though it was a serious test of their arm strength.


    Johan sighed. “Youngdy, are you not listening? Dr. Emmett is very busy. You can’t just demand to see him. He doesn’t have time for random visitors.” He waved a hand at the bodyguards. “Take her back to the elevator.”


    This was already an unusually polite ordering from Johan. Normally, he’d have ordered the bodyguards to toss someone like her out without a second thought.


    The bodyguards turned Christina around and began escorting her away.


    “I need to see Dr. Emmett!” Christina shouted. “Calvin! Calvin Emmett! Calv—”


    A deep voice cut through the hallway like a thunderp. “Wait!”


    Everyone froze. It was Calvin.


    Christina’s eyes lit up, and a bright smile spread across her face. She had nned to act out and force her way through if Calvin didn’t show up. But now that Calvin had appeared, things were much simpler. “Dr. Emmett! I am here! Help me! Please save me!” Christina cried out, pretending to struggle in their grip.


    Calvin immediately recognized the voice—it was none other than the legendary healer, King! His heart leapt into his throat. “Let go! Let go of her right now!” he shouted, rushing forward so fast that he nearly lost his footing. He looked ready to shove the bodyguards out of the way himself.


    Calvin was flustered. If they offended King, how could he ever hope to learn from her? If there was only one miracle worker left in the world—it was her. He couldn’t afford to anger her.


    Johan and the bodyguards stood frozen in shock, staring at the man they thought they knew. Was this really Calvin? The calm, noble surgeon who always carried himself like a king? Now, he looked like a desperate grandfather ready to throw punches for his beloved granddaughter.


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