A strange, warm sensation spread from his knee downward to his foot. Not phantom feeling—this was real. Very real. Like warm water flowing upward from the sole of his foot. The toes that had been paralyzed for three weeks began to… tremble.
Alexander’s eyes widened. He tried to move—and this time it wasn’t the usual hopeless effort. His big toe actually twitched. Then his whole foot rotated slightly.
The ICU erupted into chaos. Nurses rushed in, the on-duty doctor sprinted over. Machines shrieked. But Jamal remained completely calm. He withdrew his hand, slipped the stone back into the bag, and stood up.
Alexander was breathing hard, eyes bloodshot, voice breaking:
“Wait… you… how? My leg… it…”
Jamal turned back. For the first time, he spoke, his voice soft but clear:
“You don’t need to walk right away. But you need to remember: some things aren’t for sale, and they aren’t meant to be destroyed.”
Then he did something no one expected.
Jamal walked to the head of the bed, where Alexander was struggling to sit up in his shock. The boy gently placed his hand on the billionaire’s chest—right over his heart. No stone, no dramatic magic. Just a warm, lingering touch.