Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 149

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Welcome

“Who’s next?” My question hung in the air as the waiting room fell silent.

For a moment, no one moved. Then, like a dam breaking, people rushed forward. An elderly man with a trembling hand. A young woman supporting her limping father. A mother with twin boys covered in angry rashes.

“Please, one at a time,” I said, raising my hands.

Dr. Cobbett stepped in, his initial shock replaced by practical authority. “Everyone, please return to your seats. We’ll establish an orderly process.”

As the crowd reluctantly backed away, Dr. Davenport finally found his voice.

“This is absurd! One lucky guess with a simple fever doesn’t prove anything. His face had turned an unhealthy shade of red. “I’ve spent decades building my reputation in this hospital!”

Dr. Cobbett turned to him, his expression hardening. “And I’ve spent decades watching you prioritize wealthy patients over those in urgent need.” He gestured toward the child I’d just healed. “This little girl might have died waiting for your attention.”

“You can’t possibly believe-”

“I saw it with my own eyes, Desmond. Dr. Cobbett’s voice was steel. “And I’ve heard the rumors about your ‘consultation fees‘ that somehow never me it into the hospital accounts.”

Davenport sputtered, looking around for allies but finding none. Even his assistant had stepped away, clearly wanting no part in his downfall.

“This is defamation! I’ll sue!”

“By all means,” Dr. Cobbett replied calmly. “I’m sure the hospital board would love to review your patient records and financial statements.”

The color drained from Davenport’s face. He turned to me, hatred burning in his eyes. “You’ll regret this,” he hissed. “Do you have any idea who I am? Who my connections

are?”

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I met his gaze evenly. “I know exactly who you are. A doctor who forgot his oath to help those in need.”

“Boys,” he snapped at two well–dressed men standing nearby. I hadn’t noticed them before, but their expensive suits and alert postures marked them as more than ordinary patients. “Show Mr. Knight what happens to those who interfere with my business.”

The men exchanged nervous glances, eyeing Roman Volkov who still stood watching from nearby. When Roman made no move to intervene, they apparently decided two against one were good enough odds.

They approached me, attempting to look intimidating. The taller one cracked his knuckles theatrically,

“Last chance to walk away, pretty boy,” he growled.

I sighed. “We’re in a hospital. There are sick people here who need quiet and peace. Please reconsider.”

The shorter one lunged forward, swinging a meaty fist toward my face. I sidestepped easily, watching as his momentum carried him stumbling past me. The taller attacker tried next, aiming a kick at my knee. I caught his ankle and twisted slightly–just enough to throw him off balance without causing injury.

He toppled backward, crashing into a row of empty chairs with a startled yelp.

The first man had regained his balance and charged again. This time, I channeled a tiny pulse of qi to my palm and pushed him gently in the center of hi nest. The touch was light, but the energy sent him skidding backward until he collided with the wall, the breath knocked from his lungs

“As I was saying,” I continued calmly, “there are people here who need medical

attention.”

Dr. Davenport stared at his defeated enforcers, then at me. For the first time, real fear replaced his arrogance.

“This isn’t over,” he snarled, backing toward the exit. “Enjoy your victory while it lasts.”

After he stormed out with his bruised henchmen, Dr. Cobbett turned to me with an

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expression caught between amazement and gratitude.

“Mr. Knight, I don’t know how to thank you.”

I shook my head. “No need for thanks. I’m here to help.”

And help I did. For the next six hours, I provided consultations to every patient in the waiting room. Some ailments were simple–infections I could clear with a touch, joint pains I could ease by adjusting the flow of qi. Others were more complex, requiring careful diagnosis and treatment plans that combined both traditional and modern methods.

By late afternoon, my spiritual energy was dangerously low. The constant healing had drained my reserves, and I felt lightheaded from the effort. But I pushed through, determined to see the last patient before collapsing.

As the final elderly woman left, blessing me profusely for easing the arthritis that had plagued her for decades, I sank into a chair.

“You look exhausted,” Dr. Cobbett observed, handing me a cup of water.

“I’ll be fine after some rest,” I said, though I knew my recovery would take more than a simple nap. I had pushed my abilities further than ever before.

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Dr. Cobbett sat across from me, his expression serious. “What you did today was remarkable. Not just the healing, though that was extraordinary, but standing up Davenport. He’s been untouchable for years, protected by his wealthy patients and political connections.”

“Someone needed to do it.”

“Indeed.” He leaned forward. “Mr. Knight, I’d like to offer you a position here at the hospital.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I’m not a licensed physician.”

“As a special consulting physician. Your methods are… unconventional, but I cannot argue with results. We could help so many people who traditional medicine has failed.”

I considered his offer. A formal position would give me access to resources, patients who needed help, and perhaps most importantly, medicinal herbs for my alchemical experiments.

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“I have conditions,” I said finally. “I won’t be restricted to conventional treatments, and I need access to your herb repository”

Dr. Cobbett nodded. “Done. Though I must warn you, Davenport won’t take this lying down. He has powerful friends.”

“I’m not concerned about Davenport or his friends.”

We shook hands, and I left the hospital as the sun was setting, my body aching with exhaustion but my spirit lighter than it had been in days. For once, my been used purely for healing, not for fighting or advancing my own aims.

my powers had

I dragged myself back to my apartment, expecting to find Eamon waiting with questions about my day. Instead, the apartment was dark and empty. It was the second day he had been gone without explanation. Despite my exhaustion, I felt a twinge of

concern.

Where was he? Had something happened?

Too tired to investigate, I collapsed onto my bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next five days passed in a blur of frustration. While I continued my work at the hospital in the mornings, my afternoons and evenings were consumed by failed attempts at alchemy. The spiritual fire, essential for refining medicinal herbs into pills, remained maddeningly elusive.

I had the knowledge, transferred from my mysterious inheritance, but translating that knowledge into practice proved far more difficult than I had anticipated. Each failure left me more frustrated than the last.

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