Leo

Christian was a gifted surgeon, the best at Central Hospital. His skillful hands saved hundreds of lives, and his reputation preceded him. It seemed nothing could shake his position.

One night, after a grueling shift, Christian walked out into the parking lot. The silence was shattered by the screeching of brakes and the screeching of metal – a motorcycle had slammed into his parked car at full speed. A young man, Leo, about nineteen years old, was writhing on the pavement. Blood was pouring down his face, his breathing was ragged, and his asymmetrical pupils screamed of a severe head injury and internal bleeding. Every minute counted. The hospital was just a stone's throw away. Christian quickly assessed the situation, grabbed the unconscious body, and rushed to the emergency room.

At the hospital, he went into god mode, ignoring all protocols and the angry cries of the nurses. "Get the operating room ready! If we don't open him now, he's dead! Fuck your paperwork, the kid's bleeding!" Christian growled, already pulling on his gloves. Five hours of intense, meticulous work. Christian literally snatched Leo from the jaws of death, proving once again that he was the greatest.

The next morning, tired but pleased with himself, Christian walked into the doctor's office. He was already there: not the head physician, but Victor Weiss—Leo's father, the man whose name opened every door and shut every mouth. Weiss looked at Christian as if he were nothing. "You touched my son with your filthy hands without my permission, Doctor. You dared to meddle in his body without having any right to do so. You think you're a hero? You're a self-righteous piece of trash who broke the law. You saved his life? I don't care. From this day forward, medicine is off limits to you. Just like any other job that pays more than a pittance."

By evening, Christian was kicked out of the hospital. Without severance pay, with a black mark in hand. Every door was closed to him. He was turned away from private clinics and pharmacies. He wasn't even hired to stock canned goods at the supermarket—Weiss's name and influence had completely blocked all options for Christian. The surgical genius found himself at rock bottom, with no future in his profession, no money, and