The Medic War God

Author: Caelum

Chapter 1: The Demon Lord

Words : 3741 Updated : May 15th, 2025

Starville Hospital, an upscale ward. "Ahh!" Amidst a piercing scream, the comatose Gordon York gradually opened his bleary eyes. The room that came into view was in complete disarray. Two pale-faced nurses cowered in a corner, trembling as they stared in terror at the wolf-tattooed thug who had taken a beautiful doctor hostage. Not far from them lay the cold body of a female nurse, her blood staining the floor a vivid red, the air thick with the scent of blood. The thug had killed a nurse. Outside the ward, police cars and armed officers formed a blockade. The situation was extremely dire. "Is this a hospital? What on earth is happening? Wasn't I already dead?" The surroundings left Gordon momentarily stunned, his face full of bewilderment. The next moment, a flood of information surged through his mind. Gordon York, twenty-two, heir to the York Group, a notorious playboy of Starville. He had been in a car accident three years ago, resulting in severe injuries and a diagnosis of a vegetative state. If not for Gordon's soul rebirthing into this body, he might never have awoken. The current Gordon was one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Kings of the Asurian Westrealm, ruling his realm as a formidable Demon Lord. His martial prowess was unmatched. Many saw him as the most qualified to ascend to Grand King among the Sovereigns. Gordon possessed the Sacred Medical Tome and practiced the Unbound Thirteen, earning the title of a legendary healer. However, betrayal led to his downfall. The other four kings ambushed him in a joint attack. Gordon's death should have been the end. Yet, in an unexpected twist, fate granted him rebirth and a chance to start anew. "Ahh!" As the shrill scream pierced the air again, Gordon regained his senses and looked toward the source. Agitated by the police's actions, the wolf-tattooed thug roared and slashed the knife across the beautiful doctor's neck, leaving a vivid red gash. Blood flowed freely, terrifying the nearby nurses, yet the beautiful doctor remained unfazed. "Let them take the patient out. With me as your hostage, getting out of here shouldn't be a problem." The beautiful doctor glanced calmly at the nurses in the corner, her voice steady. She was Beatrice Lake. She was the well-respected and skilled deputy director of Starville Hospital, maintaining her composure even in such circumstances. "This woman has guts. I like her," Gordon mused, admiring Beatrice's figure that the white coat could scarcely conceal. "Let them go? Haha! Ms. Lake, you're quite the saint. But you can't fool me," the thug sneered, his greedy eyes roaming over Beatrice's body. "What do you mean?" Beatrice asked coldly. "Others might not know that the man on the bed is your husband, but I, Ralph Wulfric, am fully aware." Ralph's words shocked the trembling nurses. The city's most beautiful woman, Beatrice, was married to a man in a vegetative state. This news was explosive enough to stir all of Starville. Lying on the bed, Gordon was dumbfounded. He stared at Beatrice. Was this beautiful doctor his wife? Why didn't he have any memory of her? Could the car accident have caused partial amnesia? While others might be thrilled to gain a beautiful wife suddenly, Gordon was filled with anger and confusion. In the Asurian Westrealm, he had countless beauties. Each of them was a peerless existence. Now, to be tied to one woman. He was extremely unwilling. "What do you want?" Beatrice's icy demeanor masked her inner turmoil. She didn't want anything to do with Gordon if it were possible. During their conversation, no one noticed that Gordon had already awakened. "Haha! Ms. Lake, you should know why I'm here." Ralph's gaze brazenly roved over Beatrice's body. "I don't know!" Beatrice replied coldly. Slap! "Stop pretending. Where is it?" Ralph's slap left five bloody marks on her cheek. His violence didn't end there. He kicked her away, showing no mercy. He was a killer, devoid of humanity, oblivious to any notion of compassion. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Beatrice's body crashed against the bed, blood trickling from her lips. "You don't know? Ms. Lake, why are you playing dumb? A beautiful, capable woman like you married the city's most notorious playboy. On your wedding night, he had a car accident. Both your parents died within three years. Do I need to elaborate?" "Many think you're a beautiful jinx, Ms. Lake!" Ralph's knowledge of Beatrice was thorough—his gaze on her was filled with invasive intent. Beatrice's teeth clenched, hands tightly fisted, silent. "Ms. Lake, you're so beautiful yet remain married to a man in a vegetative state. Your perfect body is untouched. Surely, you must be lonely and desperate? How about I keep you company?" Ralph's words reached Gordon's ears, sparking a flash of murderous intent. How dare this thug threaten his wife? Yet, Gordon held back. His body was too weak, unfit to face Ralph head-on. He needed to wait for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow. Before Beatrice could rise, Ralph grabbed her hair, pressing a sharp knife to her neck. "Ms. Lake, you're so proud and pure. Your useless husband probably never savored your body on your wedding night, right? If you don't speak, I won't mind making you scream beneath me, right in front of your subordinates and that useless husband." Rip! Ralph's hand tore Beatrice's white coat, revealing her perfect figure beneath the pale blue shirt. Beatrice remained silent. She had no way to resist. Her eyes were coldly fixed on Ralph. "Ms. Lake, do you still hope your useless husband will save you?" Ralph sneered. Ralph let out an evil smile. Swoosh! With a flick of his knife, Ralph aimed to pierce Gordon's hand, intent on crushing Beatrice's hope. Watching the knife approach, Gordon instinctively wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. If he moved, Ralph would know he was awake. His frail body stood no chance against Ralph. As such, he would lose any opportunity to save Beatrice and risk his own life in the process. The knife pierced his hand, but Gordon didn't flinch, his face devoid of emotion, maintaining the guise of a vegetative state. His resilience was beyond ordinary, akin to the world's top special forces agent. "You see, your useless husband doesn't even react to being stabbed. Ms. Lake, give up and hand over the item. Submit to me!" Watching the unresponsive Gordon, Ralph mocked with a greedy gaze. Beatrice's face was one of despair. Women longed for protection, especially in dire times. Yet, Gordon lay motionless even when stabbed, offering no protection. Even the strong Beatrice felt a wave of hopelessness. The once-strong heart seemed to shatter like glass, her sharp eyes turning hollow. Slap! "Ms. Lake, I advise you to hand it over," Ralph demanded. Another slap marked her cheek, but Beatrice remained unresponsive, lost in despair. "You bitch! I have already given you so many chances! In that case, scream beneath me!" Ralph's greed flared as he lunged at Beatrice like a fiend, her eyes closing in despair. She had borne everything alone for three years, but fate seemed inescapable. Looking at the despairing Beatrice, Ralph's expression grew even more greedy and ferocious. His blood surged as if it were about to explode, his desire fully ignited. He lunged at Beatrice even more frantically. As Ralph closed in, Gordon suddenly sprang from the bed. He leapt up, grabbed the knife, and plunged it into Ralph's back. "You dare touch my woman? You've got guts!" Gordon's icy voice reached Ralph's ear. Ralph's face paled as he turned to see the knife plunge into his chest. Gordon's attack was sudden, precise, and swift. "Argh!" Ralph's scream echoed, blood spraying from his chest and mouth. "I'll kill you, bastard!" The pain twisted Ralph's face, his fist swinging at Gordon. Thud! Ralph's movements were turtle-slow to Gordon's eyes, but his body was too weak to dodge. Ralph's fist struck Gordon, and blood trickled from his lips. Yet Gordon endured with a cold face. Suppressing the pain, his hands grabbing Ralph's arm, mustering all his strength. He executed a shoulder throw. Boom! Ralph crashed to the ground, blood spewing, unconscious. Gordon's frail body couldn't hold out any longer, collapsing into Beatrice's soft embrace. "So soft, smells so good!" This was his last thought before losing consciousness. It all happened too quickly for Beatrice and the nurses to react. They never imagined the comatose Gordon would awaken at the crucial moment and overpower Ralph. Beatrice never imagined that the comatose Gordon would save her at the most perilous moment. Her icy, hopeless heart finally felt a flicker of warmth. As she stared at Gordon in her arms, her mind replayed his words and actions, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "Ahh!" But the nurse's scream echoed again. As Ralph staggered to his feet, their faces paled. Even Beatrice's expression changed. Thud! At the next moment, Ralph's body stiffened. Blood mixed with shattered organs sprayed from his mouth. At last, he collapsed to the ground, dead. As the revered Demon Lord, Gordon wouldn't fail to kill. Bang! "Freeze! Hands up!" Finally, the SWAT team burst in. Seeing the bloodied Ralph, they froze, stunned. What just happened? Had Beatrice and the nurses defeated the infamous cold-blooded killer, Ralph Wulfric?

The Medic War God

Chapter 1: The Demon Lord

Comments (0)