All Chapters of THE DOCTOR'S FORBIDDEN EXPERIMENT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The morning sunlight streamed through the bedroom curtains, illuminating Xyrus's apartment.His alarm had already rung twice, but he remained comfortably buried beneath his blanket. His phone vibrated on the bedside table, forcing him to open his eyes.He reached for it and smiled when he saw Benny's name.Benny: Good morning, sleepyhead!Xyrus: Good morning, beautiful. Did you miss me?Benny: Unfortunately, yes.Xyrus chuckled before typing his response.Xyrus: I miss you too. I'll see you later.He placed his phone against his chest and smiled.Benny had always been an important part of his life. She supported his career, understood his demanding schedule, and never complained about the countless hours he spent training.He couldn't imagine building a future without her.A few minutes later, another message arrived.Benny: Don't forget our plans today. I want to talk about something important.Xyrus raised an eyebrow.Xyrus: Should I be worried?Benny: No! Just something about our f

The following morning, Xyrus arrived at the training facility earlier than usual.After placing his sports bag inside his locker, he checked his phone and found a message from Benny.Benny: Don't forget to eat breakfast before training. I don't want you getting sick.A smile appeared on his face.Xyrus: Don't worry, beautiful. I'll take care of myself. Love you.He put his phone away and changed into his training clothes.For Xyrus, everything seemed perfectly normal. He had no reason to worry about anything, especially after yesterday's routine medical examination.However, inside the medical office, Oliot was already reviewing his records.The doctor had spent part of the morning comparing the results from Xyrus's initial assessment with the private documents stored in his locked drawer.His expression remained serious.There was something about the information that made him particularly interested in the young athlete's physical condition.He closed the folder and glanced at the cl

Oliot remained inside his medical office long after Xyrus had left.The confidential folder lay open on his desk, displaying the latest examination results. He had reviewed the numbers several times, yet his attention kept returning to the same name.Xyrus.He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.He should have been thinking about the medical complications. He should have been preparing a proper report for the hockey organization and arranging an appropriate evaluation.Instead, he found himself remembering Xyrus's expression during their last confrontation.The frustration in his voice.The disappointment in his eyes.And the way he had asked why his own doctor seemed unwilling to tell him the truth.Oliot slowly opened his eyes."Why does this bother me so much?" he whispered.He had dealt with difficult patients before. Some questioned his decisions, while others refused to follow medical instructions.But Xyrus was different.His reactions stayed in Oliot's thoughts even

The following morning, Oliot arrived at the hockey team's medical facility earlier than usual.He barely slept the previous night. The anonymous messages continued appearing on his phone, reminding him that he had very little time to make a decision.He placed his belongings on the desk and stared at the confidential research folder displayed on his computer.Xyrus's name was written at the top.For several seconds, Oliot simply stared at it.He knew the athlete's condition was becoming increasingly unstable. The symptoms were no longer something he could dismiss as ordinary exhaustion or temporary complications.Yet the people behind the experiment expected him to continue.His phone vibrated.UNKNOWN NUMBER: You have until the end of today. Don't disappoint us.Oliot clenched his jaw before putting the phone away.He opened the research folder and reviewed the latest medical reports. Several observations were marked for further investigation, but one particular result caught his att

The medical facility had grown quiet by midnight.Most of the staff had gone home, leaving only the low hum of the ventilation system and the occasional beep from the monitoring equipment. Oliot sat alone in his office, staring at Xyrus's latest results.The numbers were worse than he had expected.He opened the encrypted folder on his computer. Inside were the original research notes, the experimental protocol, and a recording from the first procedure. Xyrus's name appeared at the top of every document.Oliot closed his eyes.He had told himself the experiment would help. The treatment was designed to trigger a controlled response in the athlete's nervous system, allowing Oliot to observe how his body adapted under physical stress. The early results had seemed promising. But the reactions during training—and the sudden episode that afternoon—proved the process was not under control.His phone vibrated.UNKNOWN NUMBER: You were instructed to continue. We need the next results by morni