SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 250: A New Standard!

Chapter 250: A New Standard!

A small smile curved her lips as she looked over the display one final time. This was it. The rise of the transport company her husband had built with his own hands, the company he had protected, expanded, and poured his life into before vanishing without warning.

For the first time since a long time ago, Lucy could see its future clearly again. Not fragile. Not constrained. But wide, bright, and unrestrained.

And the fact that all of this had been made possible by her son…

The realization settled deep in her chest, warm and heavy in a way that had nothing to do with pain. It was pride. It was reassurance. It was the quiet certainty that she was no longer standing alone.

Bruce hadn’t just grown strong.

He had become someone she could rely on. Someone capable of carrying the family forward when she no longer could.

The thought made her chuckle softly under her breath. The future looked so good it almost felt unreal, as if she might wake up from it at any moment. Lucy forced herself to calm down, taking a long, steady breath before moving on. She reread the captions carefully, line by line, checking for even the smallest grammatical flaw. Then she reviewed the videos again, syncing them once more with the soundtrack, watching the shadow streaks cut through the air, the formation holding flawlessly, the obedience, the sheer presence radiating from every frame.

Perfect.

’Everything is perfectly aligned.’

Only after she had confirmed this did she tap the upload button.

The posts went live together, images, videos, highlighted clips. She uploaded the footage separately as well, each one linked back to the main post where the location was clearly displayed and her smart bracelet ID listed for direct contact. When everything was finally set, Lucy lowered her hand and turned toward Bruce, smiling at him with quiet certainty.

“I’m ready,” she said softly. “We can move to the company’s location right now.”

Bruce nodded.

Before they left, however, Lucy paused and glanced toward Sophie. “It wouldn’t be good for you to stay like that,” she said gently.

Sophie understood immediately. To prevent anyone from linking her to the masked figure in the advertisement, she headed back into the house and changed into something completely different, simple, clean, unremarkable. While she was inside, Bruce dismissed the Shadow Wolves still lingering around the compound. The shadows melted away at his will.

Then he summoned two more.

These were different.

Larger.

Each stood nearly three meters tall, their bodies stretching over four meters in length. Their frames were broader, their presence heavier, their auras deeper, mount class beasts built for speed, balance, and endurance. Bruce gestured to one of them.

“Mom,” he said, “this one’s yours.”

Lucy nodded without hesitation and accepted it calmly. She had already seen more than enough to trust them completely. The other Shadow Wolf stepped closer to Bruce instead. As Sophie emerged from the house, he glanced at her.

“We’ll take this one.”

Lucy didn’t think much of it. She already knew Bruce and Sophie were together, sharing a mount seemed natural enough.

But for Sophie, it was another matter entirely.

’I never knew Bruce could be so shameless…’ she thought as heat rushed to her cheeks. He clearly had more wolves available, yet he had chosen this one deliberately. Boldly. Without even pretending otherwise. And the fact that he did it so casually, without the slightest concern for Lucy’s reaction, only made her blush harder.

Her heart thumped.

She could feel his hand at her waist as they prepared to mount, steady, warm, unyielding. The closeness was unavoidable. Intentional. Embarrassing.

And yet. She didn’t resist.

Because beneath the embarrassment was something softer. Something honest. Something she didn’t want to deny.

She wanted this. And she knew, without a doubt, that she was going to enjoy the ride just as much as Bruce would.

The Shadow Wolves lowered themselves, muscles coiling beneath shadowed fur, their massive frames moving with a smoothness that completely betrayed their size. There was no awkwardness, no brute heaviness, only disciplined control, as if these towering beasts were extensions of a single, unified will. With that, they mounted.

Lucy swung up first, her movements practiced and composed despite the scale of the creature beneath her. She settled easily into place, then reached back and locked the compound gate with a firm, decisive click. When she turned forward again, her Shadow Wolf rose beneath her, towering and dignified, its dark aura rippling outward like a silent proclamation to the world. Without hesitation, Lucy guided it forward.

She took the lead.

Bruce mounted next, settling onto the broad back of the second Shadow Wolf as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Sophie climbed on after him, instinctively gripping his arm for balance as the beast adjusted its stance. The moment she settled in front of him, Bruce’s hand came to rest at her waist, steady, warm, unhurried. There was no awkward pause, no second guessing. Just certainty. He was so calm that Sophie’s heart fluttered.

Then the wolves began to move.

Not fast.

Not slow either.

A deliberate, measured pace, controlled enough to command attention, restrained enough to feel intentional. Each step was heavy with power yet silent, shadowed fur rippling with every stride as dark auras washed outward like a slow, creeping tide.

The mana in the air subtly warped as they passed, currents bending, pressure thickening, as if the city itself were being forced to acknowledge them.

People noticed immediately.

Footsteps faltered. Conversations cut off mid sentence. Heads turned in unison, eyes widening as shadows stretched across stone and steel alike.

“What… is that?”

“Are those… wolves?”

“No, those aren’t normal mutant beasts.”

“I’ve never seen anything like that.”

An experienced Awakened frowned, “S-Rank Suppression, this aura it’s definitely from those beasts…”

The Shadow Wolves moved like royalty across common ground. Each step carried authority without effort, dominance without aggression. Their faintly glowing eyes watched the world with calm detachment, darkness clinging to their forms like a living mantle. It wasn’t threatening in the crude sense. It was overwhelming in a way that made resistance feel pointless.