Failed Cure.

Failed Cure.

Everyone in the room froze, turning to look at Rudra. Sam's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The doctor, a man in his mid- forties with a well – built frame, paused mid- steps, his expression mirroring Sam's confusion. "Excuses me?" doctor silva asked, adjecting his glasses.

Rudra, calm but firm, repeated, "If to proceed, you won't heal him. Instead, you'll kill him."

Doctor silva's eyes flashed with indignation. "Kid, do you even know who I am?" he said in a sharp, angry voice. "I'm Docter silva. I work at "Lotus Lifecare Hospital" – the number one hospital in the world! We have branches in every major city across the globe.do you even understand the kind of expertise we have there?"

He gestured toward Sam's father lying on the bed. "We specialized in Ayurvedic medicine, acupuncture and cutting – edge medical therapies. And you are telling me – after everything we tried – I don't know what I am doing?"

Rudra remained unfazed, meeting the doctor's fiery eyes without flinching. "I am saying that if you proceed, your treatment will fail. This isn't a simple case; and your methods aren't enough to deal with the poison coursing through his body."

Sam, growing impatient and irritate, so he stepped forward and snapped, "Rudra, enough! You don't know about medicine. Let the doctor do his job. Get out, and I'll call you when this is over."

For a moment, anger flared within Rudra – an anger born from centuries of pride, power and experience. The great Naga emperor inside him wanted nothing more than to crush such insolence, but he calmed itself, knowing that now was not the time. He nodded slightly; his voice quiet but steady. "If he fails, don't say I didn't warm you."

With that, he turned and left the room, stepping outside into the mansion lavish corridor, despite the warmth of the place, a chill hung in the air as he leaned against the wall, and start wating. Time starts to tickles by slowly. Inside the room, doctor silva got to work, carefully preparing the medicine using the fruit. His hands moved with precision as he ground the fruits into a fine paste and mixed it with various herbs. Then, he instructed the Other medical staff to set up acupuncture needles across Sam's father's body, targeting key pressure points in an attempt to neutralized point in an attempt to neutralized the poison and restore the vitality.

Minute passed, and slowly, colour began to return to the old man's face. His pale, almost lifeless complexion was replaced by a faint pinkish hue. Doctor silva looked pleased, and Sam felt said triumphantly. "He's getting better!"

Sam's face lit up. "Doctor, you did it! Father's –" but before he could finish his sentence, his father's eyes shot open, and he let out a violent cough, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

"Father!" Sam rushed to his side as the old man began coughing up bloods staining the white sheets. His body went limp, and his head slumped back onto the pillow. The panic in the room was palpable.

What's happening? Sam shouted "Fix him! Now!"

Doctor silva hands trembled as he quickly checked the old man's pulse. "No… this can't be happening…" he frantically tried different methods, but it was clear something had gone horribly wrong. Swear dripped down his forehead as he realized that everything Rudra had said was coming true. He had failed.

Sam's panic turned to fury. "What did you do! You should you cure him!"

His voice with desperation and angered he turned to the doctor.

Doctor silva's face was pale. "I – I don't know. This poison… it's too strong… nothing working." His voice was no longer filled with the arrogance it held earlier.

Uncle khan's standing silently in the corner until now, quickly stepped forward his voice laced with urgency. "Call the boy! Call Rudra. He warned us this might happen. He absolutely knows how to cure him, just call him."

Doctor silva swallowing his pride, nodded in agreement. "Yes, get him here quickly. he might know something we don't."

Sam, although furious and panicked realized he had no other choice. He gave a sharp order to the nearest guard. "Bring him here. Now!"

The guard rushed out the room, sprinting down the corridor until he found Rudra standing calmly, leaning against the wall as if he had known they would call for him. "Mr. Rudra" the guard said, breathless. "You are needed inside."

Rudra's expression remained neutral. "I told them this would happen," he, muttered under the breadth before pushing himself off the wall and following the guards back to the room. A soon as Rudra stepped inside, the tension in the air was thick. Sam's gaze was sharp, filled with both hope and frustration, while watching every move Rudra made.

Doctor silva, now humble, looked at Rudra with an almost pleading expression. "You said this wouldn't work… please, if you know how to cure or save him – please do it."