The Billionaire's Divine Doctor

Chapter 2: A Bad Start?

Inside the VIP suite of Medico National Hospital, a fairy-like figure with long flowy jet black hair, thick silken lashes, delicate brows, straight refined nose, rosy lips, and a fresh, elegant face is peacefully sleeping in a soft queen-sized bed.

All of a sudden, breathless, urgent gasps broke the tranquil atmosphere of the room. The beauty, who's in deep slumber earlier now, seems to be desperately trying to break free from a hellish nightmare. The young lady's index finger tremblingly moved while her thick lashes slightly fluttered. She successfully opens her eyes with great difficulty, exposing a mesmerizing misty mauve iris.

"Code."

Drops of tears full of desperation traced her unblemished cheeks. Her entire figure shivers as the memories of the past come rushing into her. But her body jolted when an unimaginable piercing pain invaded her head, followed by unfamiliar faces and events flashing in her mind.

"So this is the life you want me to live? You should have just let me perished with you."

Camilla murmured after the pain subsided.

The Underground Society's Divine Doctor was reincarnated into the Hendrix Family's most beloved youngest daughter, Camilla Vien Hendrix. The latter was hit by a speeding car outside her university gate half a year ago, causing an uproar among the socialites.

"Now I'm all alone. I feel so lost. I should have just cracked your head open before to know how your little brain really works!"

Camilla wants to scream due to the unbearable burning torment she's feeling right now. She wants to blame him for sacrificing his life for a useless dream. If she could only turn back the time she would not be stupid enough to concoct that pill, then all of this would never happen.

Camilla peers sightlessly at the wall while her body endlessly shivers, her fist clenching tighter until visible veins pop out. The hollowness in her heart seems to grow in every second.

Camilla heard a couple of masculine voices getting nearer to her suit when she was about to get down from her bed to take a breather. She calmed herself, lay down, and pretended to be fast asleep.

The two men stopped outside the Presidential VIP suite while arguing in a hush, conservative voice.

"So what you are telling me is that my sister's chance of waking up is close to none?"

"Frederick, what I'm trying to say is that the longer she remains in a coma, the harder for her to wake up."

"Isn't it just the same? Peter, you're the chairman of this hospital and the best in your field. You are the only one I can count on."

"I know. Don't worry, I won't let your sister remain unconscious. She doesn't deserve it."

"Thank you, Peter. With you around, I'll be at ease."

Frederick seriously said while gratefully patting his good friend's shoulder.

The two well-refined men eventually reached an agreement. They will ensure the safety and secrecy of the patient while maximizing all ways possible for her to awaken.

The man who dazedly stares at the VIP suite is the eldest son and heir of the Hendrix family, Frederick Hendrix. The latter often appears in financial magazines and headlines as the youngest business magnate of Liam City.

On the other hand, the outstanding medical prodigy and ace of The Doctor's Association, Peter Fleet, solemnly contemplate the situation. He, who even surpassed his mentors, is now questioning his own capabilities.

The previous tests showed no other problem with her body aside from the external wounds caused by the accident. It seems like she's in deep slumber, peacefully living in her own arcadia.

Peter even tried to seek help from other specialists to increase the chance of waking her up. But realization hits him. If the person is unwilling, it is going to be useless.

"What hardships did she endure for her to choose not to return?"

Peter whispered while clenching his teeth in anger.

Hearing what his friend said, Frederick unconsciously tightened his grip on his phone, causing its screen to somewhat crack from the force. He knows that what happened that day is simply not an accident.

"Whoever is behind this, I'll annihilate them!"

Frederick said with great conviction while entering the VIP suite.

Seeing her innocent youthful face, Frederick felt a pang of guilt.

"If only I was there, this wouldn't happen."

Frederick whisperingly said while firmly holding her white porcelain hand.

The serene silence of the room was broken with the continuous ringing of a phone. Seeing the caller's name, Frederick swiped the screen to accept the call.

"Brother, your annual share holder's meeting will start within half an hour. I already sent Hawk to pick you up."

Frederick went back to Camilla's bed, planted a sweet kiss on her forehead, assigned two of his highly trained men to guard, and then hurriedly left for a meeting.

The moment Frederick left, Camilla opened her eyes, carefully got up, pulled off the drip attached to her hand, then absentmindedly walked towards the door and opened it. Camilla abruptly came face to face with the two guards her brother left to ensure her safety.

The guards were instantly alerted the moment the doorknob twisted. The door fully opened, revealing a young lady with a feature that could cause a nation's downfall. The moment her eyes met theirs, they abruptly lost consciousness as two long silver needles accurately hit their neck's acupuncture points.

As she leisurely waltzed through the long wide corridor, Camilla saw her own reflection when she passed by a floor-to-ceiling tinted window. She gently touches her new face, a part of it is pretty similar to her former appearance when she was young.

Porcelain white skin, innocent-looking face, and a pair of dazzling mauve eyes. A near-perfect creation that anyone would die in envy. But for a weak and naive girl to have this kind of face, it would just serve as a curse to her.

"No wonder she chose to give up this body to me."

After appreciating her new persona, Camilla went to the stair leading to the rooftop and sluggishly climbed up. Camilla was about to pull the door open when she reached the entrance, but her hand stilled.

"Bang!"

A sound of a gunshot reverberated.

Through a small gap, Camilla could see an imposingly tall man with broad shoulders, a well-built frame, and enticing lips that add up with the sexiness of his sharp jawline.

He is wearing a signature black tuxedo with a thin gold lining and a golden dragon mask covering half of his face. The man indifferently stares at the doctor lying in his own pool of blood while the man beside him fires a few more times on the dead body.

Camilla never gives a damn about other people's business, so she decided to leave and return to her room instead. When she's about to turn around and leave, a forceful oppressive aura comes crushing into her, causing her legs to weaken.

"A noble? No, his aura is far greater."

"A King? Absolutely not! I think there is something wrong!"

The next moment, Camilla heard the man speak. His cold, authoritative voice sent chills down her spine.

"Kill"

That one single word put a lot of pressure on her. Camilla is unable to move, making it impossible for her to escape. Her strength was almost depleted as she tried to counter the immense aura heavily pressing her down.

When Camilla was almost on the brink of giving up.

A clear childish voice shouted from her mind.

"Master! Why on earth are you still standing there? Run!"

"Code?" Camilla unbelievable answered.

"Maybe this is what they so-called end-of-life vision before you die. You would be able to see or hear the one's dearest to you who already passed away." Camilla added.

"Passed away? Me? Maybe I'll literally die now due to a heart attack! Master, I just left for a while, yet you were able to invite danger the moment you woke up? I must really applaud this unique talent of yours." the childish voice mockingly said.

"My hallucination is getting extreme. I never thought that mourning too much would make me insane." Camilla whispered to herself.

"Master, can you stop this bullshit and save your ass first? If I could just go out of the core, I would pummel you to the ground with a machete to make you realize how real I am!" Code shouted while frustratingly gripping his hair.

"But you're a ghost, so how could you do that?" Camilla questioned absentmindedly.

"Uh? Well, yeah, I ... Wait! Ghost? When did I become a freakin ghost? Whatever! I think I don't have a choice but to do this." Code exasperatedly answered.

Camilla felt a warm sensation coming from her core, her strength returning rapidly. Her body started to move as if she was being controlled. Like a panther roaming around its kingdom, her speed increases in every turn. The fluid movements she executes expose the skills she developed in her former life.

"What is happening?"

Camilla doesn't understand how did it happen. She wants to know if is it because of her past experiences that had her body moved after sensing a grave danger, or is Code still alive and was the one who helped her?

After losing her guardian, it leaves a massive hole in her heart, and no one will be able to fill its gap. Camilla promised to live a life different from what she used to be, away from life embraced by darkness.

From this day onward, the Underground Society's Divine Doctor, Camilla, is now gone and turned into ashes along with the Tempest Palace she once built during her darkest days. At this very moment, she now embraces her new identity as the Hendrix Family's beloved little princess, Camilla Vien Hendrix.