Shocked Doctors

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't leave just yet," the doctor said, his voice calm, but there was an unmistakable curiosity in his eyes as he gazed at Ebilade, who now stood before him in perfect health. The contrast was impossible to ignore—just days ago, this man was on the brink of death, his body shattered and barely holding on. Now, here he was, healed and full of life.

The doctor cleared his throat nervously, trying to mask his disbelief. "We need to run some tests to make sure you're in perfect condition," he added, his tone more professional, though the underlying confusion was clear.

Ebilade raised a brow, his expression both amused and mildly irritated. "No questions about how I healed or how I'm even standing right now?" he asked, his voice dripping with suspicion. "You're telling me you're only interested in these 'tests'? Or maybe those tests will give you the answers you're too afraid to ask?"

The doctor flinched slightly, a flicker of shame crossing his face. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, his gaze dropping to the floor as if he could hide his embarrassment in the sterile tiles beneath him. He opened his mouth as if to respond but closed it again, clearly unsure of how to handle the situation.

Ebilade's sharp gaze scanned the room, his enhanced senses picking up the faint, uneven breathing of several people nearby. He turned back to the doctor, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And tell the other doctors hiding outside the room to come in. They're not exactly the best at being discreet. There's probably not even a word for how bad they are at hiding."

At that, the door creaked open hesitantly. One by one, a handful of doctors sheepishly walked in, their faces a mix of awe and disbelief. The tension in the air was palpable as they took in the sight of Ebilade, standing tall and whole when he should have still been bedridden, if not worse.

Ebipade, who had been standing quietly by his brother's side this entire time, blinked in surprise as the procession of doctors shuffled into the room. His eyes widened as he glanced at Ebilade, unable to believe how quickly his brother had recovered. The nervous energy in the room was almost suffocating.

The doctors tried their best to maintain some semblance of professionalism, but the amazement on their faces betrayed them. Their hands fidgeted with their stethoscopes, and one of them nervously adjusted his glasses, as though trying to hide his excitement. They were witnessing something impossible, a miracle they couldn't explain, and it showed.

Ebilade chuckled softly, his enhanced hearing picking up every tiny movement—the creak of a shoe against the floor, the barely contained gasps of awe, the subtle shifts of clothing as the doctors struggled to keep their composure. His Divine Body Enhancement had sharpened every sense, and the tension in the room felt almost tangible to him.

"I suppose you're all here to see the 'miracle' for yourselves?" Ebilade said, his voice carrying an edge of humor. He stretched his arms out casually, as if to offer them a better view of his fully healed body. The motion was slow and deliberate, almost mocking. "Go ahead, take it all in. I'm sure you've never seen anything like this."

One of the older doctors stepped forward, his brow furrowed in deep thought, clearly more focused on trying to make sense of the situation. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, his gaze locking onto Ebilade's as if searching for answers in the younger man's eyes.

Ebilade, sensing the weight of the stares on him, rolled his shoulders back, his casual demeanor barely hiding the sheer power he now possessed. "I'm perfectly fine," he said, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority. "I don't need your tests. I know exactly what's happening to me." His words hung in the air, and the room grew silent as if waiting for an explanation he wasn't going to give.

The doctors exchanged glances, the tension thickening as none of them seemed to know how to respond.

"And if you'll excuse me," Ebilade said, his voice smooth and almost dismissive as he took a step toward the door, "I think I'll be on my way. This hospital is suffocating, and I can't stand another minute here."

His stride was unhurried but firm, exuding a quiet confidence as he walked past the stunned doctors. The weight of their stares lingered on him, but he paid them no mind. His movements were fluid, graceful, like someone who knew their own strength and wasn't concerned with the opinions of those around him.

The room seemed to hold its breath as he approached the door, his fingers brushing the handle lightly. But then he paused, turning slowly to glance over his shoulder at his brother. Ebipade still stood frozen in place, his eyes wide, his mind clearly racing to catch up with everything that had just unfolded. His shock was written all over his face, his body rigid as if he couldn't quite process what was happening.

Ebilade's gaze softened for just a moment, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes, before he smirked. "Are you thinking of taking my place here?" he asked, his tone playful, but there was an edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Because, believe me, I'll gladly beat you up and leave you here if you want."

The lighthearted threat snapped Ebipade out of his daze. His eyes widened in realization, and his shoulders jerked as he inhaled sharply, finally coming back to his senses. There was a moment of hesitation, but then his body moved on instinct. He hurried forward, his movements quick and slightly uncoordinated as he caught up with his brother.

"I—I'm coming!" Ebipade stammered, his voice betraying his lingering disbelief, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips, a sign that he was starting to accept the reality of the situation, strange as it was.

As Ebipade followed closely behind, Ebilade's smirk widened slightly, satisfied with his brother's response. Without another word, he turned back toward the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the hallway. His pace was steady, unbothered, as if the world outside was waiting for him, and nothing inside the hospital could hold him back any longer.

Ebipade, still shaken but now determined, stayed close by his side. The brothers moved forward together, their bond unspoken but palpable as they left the stunned doctors and the sterile room behind.