The ICU was quiet, but tension filled the air. Sanya stood over her patient, Arjun Verma, her brows furrowed, running every test possible. Every machine beeped and flashed, yet no explanation surfaced. Despite her expertise as one of the country's top doctors, she couldn't find the cause of the coma.
Rohit Varma and Priya Varma, trying to maintain politeness, approached her nervously. "Please… save our father, Dr Sanya," Rohit said softly, desperation in his eyes.
Sanya shook her head, her voice calm but heavy with frustration. "I've done everything possible. All tests, scans, and medicines. Nothing shows the cause of his coma."
Mrs Devika Varma stood behind them, biting her lip, her anxiety mirrored by her children. The room seemed suffocating. Everyone's hopes were fading.
Suddenly, Mukul, who had been quietly standing by, speaking only when necessary, tensed slightly. His killing intent, which had earlier kept the Verma family in check, vanished completely. The room felt normal again — calm, even safe. The tension eased slightly, but his presence still carried a weight of authority.
Mrs Devika, Rohit, and Priya all looked at Sanya. "What should we do now?" Mrs Devika asked, her voice shaky.
Mukul's eyes met theirs, cold and sharp for a brief moment, before softening. "I will save him."
The room went silent. Sanya's heart skipped a beat. The Verma family exchanged incredulous glances. One of the senior doctors stepped forward, disbelief clear in his voice. "Save him? You? You're just a child. Even we professionals couldn't save him. How… how can you save him?"
Mukul's lips curved into a confident, almost mischievous smile. "Wanna take a bet? If I can't save him, do whatever you want to me. I won't resist. But if I save him… You kneel and knock three times, calling me 'Grandpa.'"
Sanya opened her mouth to protest, but Mukul gently held her hand, giving her a polite, confident smile. "Trust me. I will save him."
The room held its breath as Mukul approached Arjun Verma's bed. His eyes scanned the patient's chart, and his gaze sharpened. Then he said, "He is not ill. He is cursed."
The Verma family froze. Sanya blinked, confusion and disbelief in her eyes. Mukul continued, his voice firm: "Before he fell into a coma, Arjun vomited blood mixed with black particles — a clear sign of a curse placed on him. That's why all your tests showed nothing. Conventional medicine can't detect a curse."
The room erupted into laughter at first — except Sanya and the Verma family, who knew Mukul was serious. But when they saw his expression, deadly and unwavering, the laughter stopped instantly.
"Give me a silver needle," Mukul instructed calmly. Sanya handed it to him, trembling slightly.
Mukul carefully positioned the needle at the patient's Acupuncture points — starting from the Yintang, moving through Neiguan, Zusanli, and finally Shenmen. Each point was precise, following the meridians of the body, balancing qi energy, and countering the dark curse. He gently twisted the needle, focusing his cultivation energy, letting it flow into the patient's body to neutralise the curse.
The room was silent except for Mukul's soft breaths and the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. Slowly, Arjun Verma's body relaxed. The monitor showed his heartbeat steadying, oxygen levels improving. His fingers twitched, and his eyelids flickered.
Then, finally, his eyes opened. "Ah… where am I?" he murmured, confusion clouding his voice. His heartbeat was now steady, and a calm expression replaced the tension on his face.
Mukul withdrew the needles, smiling his naughty, confident smile. The senior doctor who had doubted him tried to leave quickly. Mukul tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Where is the grandson going?" he teased, and the room burst into laughter, tension dissolving instantly.
He turned to the Verma family. "Honour the bet," Mukul said calmly. Rohit, Priya, and Mrs Devika knelt, knocking three times as promised, calling him "Grandpa." The room was filled with astonishment, respect, and a sense of awe.
Arjun Verma, still weak but grateful, extended his hand to Mukul. "I… I apologise. Thank you. You've saved my life."
Mukul shook his head politely. "I only did this for my second sister. She's the one I protect."
Sanya, standing beside him, felt a surge of pride. Tears streamed down her face. Without thinking, she hugged Mukul tightly, her forehead pressed against his chest. In the rush of emotion, she accidentally kissed his cheek. Mukul chuckled softly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, Sanya. You did well, too."
The Verma family, humbled and grateful, nodded repeatedly. "We are truly sorry, Dr Sanya," Mrs Devika said, her voice sincere. "And thank you… young man."
Arjun handed Mukul a card — a billion-dollar offer — but Mukul politely declined. "I don't need this. I only saved him because of my sister."
Sanya stepped back slightly, still holding Mukul's hand, tears glistening in her eyes. She felt proud, grateful, and overwhelmed. She knew now — her younger brother wasn't just smart or talented; he was someone extraordinary, someone who could face anything for the people he loved.
Mukul smiled gently, his eyes softening. "Now, focus on your patients. I'll handle the rest."
And for the first time, Sanya realised fully — her brother was no ordinary child, and his power, intelligence, and devotion went far beyond anyone's imagination.