Chapter 83 83 A Plan to Turn the Tide
"Since you've shown such sincerity…"
Lynn adjusted the sterile gloves slowly.
"I'll make an exception tonight."
"But you should already understand my rules."
"My consultation fees are extremely expensive."
Beneath the disguise—
A faint cold smile curled briefly across Lex Luthor's lips.
Greedy.
Exactly as expected.
In Luthor's eyes—
The doctor before him was merely another talented ordinary human corrupted by wealth.
And ordinary humans—
Always possessed weaknesses.
"Of course."
Luthor's tone carried flawless sincerity.
"As long as my illness can be cured…"
A slight pause.
"Money is irrelevant."
He believed himself the hunter.
The one controlling the situation.
The "miracle doctor" sitting across from him already resembled prey waiting to be captured and dissected eventually.
Unfortunately—
Luthor failed to realize one thing.
The moment he entered Miracle Clinic—
He had already walked directly into a web personally woven by Lynn.
A trap constructed entirely through overwhelming intellectual superiority.
Lynn observed him quietly.
No anger.
No hostility.
Only cold anticipation.
Destroying ordinary people's pride felt meaningless.
But someone like Lex Luthor—
A man convinced he stood at the absolute summit of human intelligence—
A man who viewed himself as humanity's rightful ruler—
Watching that pride collapse piece by piece…
In the most humiliating way possible…
That would become an exceptionally interesting operation.
Lynn picked up a sterile lancet and walked toward him slowly.
A professional smile appeared on his face.
"Then let us begin, Mr. Joseph."
"According to clinic policy…"
He paused briefly.
"A deposit is required first."
"Completely understandable."
Luthor behaved exactly like a desperate terminal patient.
He removed a heavily encrypted satellite phone calmly and operated it directly in front of Lynn.
Less than ten seconds later—
The dedicated anonymous payment terminal inside Miracle Clinic emitted a soft notification sound.
[Anonymous Swiss Account Transfer Confirmed]
[$50,000,000 USD Received]
Fifty million dollars.
Transferred casually.
Without even blinking.
Luthor placed the satellite phone down gently.
Then smiled.
"Doctor Lynn."
"This is half of the agreed amount."
"The remainder will arrive after treatment succeeds."
"Does this price satisfy you?"
The confidence beneath his words remained unmistakable.
Not merely confidence in wealth.
Confidence in control.
Luthor firmly believed that anyone blinded by enough money would eventually reveal their true nature.
And once greed surfaced—
Manipulation became easy.
"Very sincere."
Lynn nodded slightly.
"Then we may proceed."
He behaved almost exactly as Luthor expected afterward.
No extended examination.
No questioning.
No additional verification.
Instead—
Lynn walked directly downstairs toward the basement preparation room.
Watching him leave—
Luthor's contempt deepened subtly.
Too easy.
Greed remained humanity's most predictable flaw.
This so-called miracle doctor was ultimately nothing extraordinary.
In fact—
Luthor had already begun considering which organs should be dissected first after capturing him later.
Several minutes passed.
Then Lynn returned from the basement holding a syringe filled with pale-blue fluid.
Faint light shimmered inside the liquid.
"What is this?"
Luthor's eyes sharpened faintly.
"Gene-cleansing serum."
Lynn's explanation sounded perfectly clinical.
"Your illness originates from prolonged exposure to a high-intensity radioactive substance."
"The radiation damaged your genetic-chain stability."
"This compound identifies and neutralizes radioactive contaminants attached to cellular nuclei."
"Simultaneously…"
A slight pause.
"It stimulates dormant hematopoietic stem-cell regeneration inside the bone marrow."
Every sentence struck directly at the truth of Luthor's condition.
That final trace of suspicion disappeared immediately.
This doctor genuinely understood kryptonite radiation damage.
Lynn stepped beside him calmly.
Then positioned the needle against a visible vein.
"There may be slight discomfort."
"Relax."
The cold liquid entered Luthor's bloodstream gradually.
Through arteries.
Through organs.
Through bone marrow.
Luthor closed his eyes silently.
Carefully sensing the changes inside his body.
But he never noticed one critical detail.
At the exact moment the syringe emptied—
When less than 0.5 milliliters remained—
Lynn's thumb pressed lightly against the plunger with movement speed exceeding normal human visual limits.
Hidden inside the syringe structure—
A microscopic secondary reservoir ruptured instantly.
A transparent odorless substance mixed seamlessly into the final fraction of medication.
Then entered Luthor's bloodstream silently.
Neuronal Timed Dormant Agent.
A custom creation engineered entirely through Analysis of All Things.
No toxicity.
No mental interference.
No sedation.
It possessed only one function.
Exactly thirty minutes after entering the bloodstream—
The agent would migrate toward the junction between the medulla oblongata and upper spinal cord.
Then—
Like a molecular lock—
It would temporarily sever every motor-neuron signal traveling from the brain toward the body.
Perfect consciousness.
Complete paralysis.
A living brain trapped inside an immobile shell.
"Treatment complete."
Lynn removed the needle calmly and pressed sterile cotton against the injection point.
"The medicine requires approximately thirty minutes to complete full-body circulation."
"Afterward…"
A slight pause.
"You will begin noticing the effects."
Luthor opened his eyes slowly.
Warmth spread throughout his body already.
The constant deep pain caused by kryptonite degeneration weakened visibly.
His fingers regained strength.
His breathing felt smoother.
It worked.
The treatment truly worked.
Genuine excitement surged through Luthor momentarily.
"Doctor."
He stood slowly.
"You have my sincere gratitude."
"You saved my life."
"How could I possibly repay you?"
"Transfer the remaining balance."
Lynn answered casually while organizing medical instruments nearby.
As though the conversation carried no significance whatsoever.
Time passed slowly.
The treatment effects became increasingly obvious.
The bluish-gray discoloration caused by radiation poisoning faded visibly from Luthor's skin.
His weakened body regained vitality rapidly.
For the first time in years—
He felt powerful again.
Then—
Luthor glanced toward the wall clock.
Twenty-nine minutes had passed.
Enough.
The warmth disappeared from his smile instantly.
What replaced it—
Was the cold arrogance of someone convinced he controlled the world.
Slowly—
Luthor reached toward the snake-headed cane resting beside the chair.
His thumb moved silently toward the hidden activation switch concealed beneath the green gemstone.
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