Blind Miracle Doctor Novels & Stories

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.

"It has been seen here that there is a problem with the neurons in your occipital region, probably due to trauma. And your eyes also seem to be covered by a cloudy film, which contributes to your visual impairment. If this was a few years back, we wouldn't have had the solution to your problem. However, now that new technology has been developed, we can cure your blindness through transducer electrical therapy and eye surgery. It is quite expensive, though." "There's no problem with the money," Enzo said. "Please do everything that you can." "Baby," I said, holding onto Enzo's hand. "I'm finally going to see. I'll be able to see you on the day of our wedding," I excitedly exclaimed. "Yes," h

Derrick to look after Hailey. After Mrs. Amelia sat down on the chair, Dr. Derrick smiled at her before he turned around to leave. Just as he held the doorknob, the nurse called for his attention. “ Doctor, she's awake.” “Oh, wow.” Dr. Derrick gasped and turned around. He gestured towards Hailey, who was fighting hard to open her eyes to adjust to the bright light hanging on the ceiling. Hailey's head was itching, and she couldn't tell what was happening to her. Amidst trying to open her eyes, what happened that morning flashed through her mind, which made her frown her face with her eyes still shut.

the person in front of her responded. Wynter was completely taken aback when she realized that his attention wasn't directly on her but slightly turned towards her right side, as if he were speaking to someone beside her. She couldn't believe he was blind; he seemed flawless and wasn't using a cane or wearing glasses. Wynter waved her hand in front of her, trying to see if he was telling the truth. "If you are done examining your doubts, I have important things to talk about. I guess I'm in a vet clinic," the guy said. Wynter was once again startled, unable to comprehend how he had predicted her behavior and why he was accustomed to others judging him that way.

Her face was blurry yet again, and he had no idea why he was experiencing the same nightmares repeatedly. He couldn't tell Mr. Lewis about his dreams because he knew he'd have to go to the hospital or receive treatment, both of which he hated. It was as though he loved the chance to get away from his issues. That was something he was used to; Hiding and letting his butler take care of his problems. What was the point of getting treatment for his mental illness if he didn't think he'd ever see again? His doctor had informed him that he might as well be blind for the rest of his life since finding a cornea donor was so difficult.

This happens every year when there is a full moon. The werewolves get to be blessed by the moon goddess. My name is Sabrina Santiago and I have been blind for sixteen years. I always fight the belief of accepting the fact that I will find my mate one of these days. I thought being blind wasn't the reason why I hadn't found my mate. Maybe it wasn't just my turn, right? Not that my life wasn't beautiful or nice, it was perfect since I lived with my younger sister and Grandma. Call me stupid, but I would prefer having my sister and grandma than having a mate, I have heard rumors about people being rejected by their mate.

They had to be even more careful after hearing that this patient still had mental problems. "What is drug control? How much longer could he control? What if there was no cornea? Am I really going to be blind? Can you afford it? Huh?" The doctor was speechless because there were so many cases like this every year, most of them not so lucky, that eventually led to blindness. Angie’s roar continued, buzzing in his ears. Blake had lost all patience, his hand holding the door handle, he pushed open the door and entered.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Very soon, we will achieve the results we desire. "Leave! You've done well! You deserve the appropriate reward." Fred waved, acknowledging the doctor. "Thank you, Your Excellency." The doctor bowed respectfully. As he took two steps back, he heard a warning, "Remember, your eyes are only for seeing patients. Don't look where you shouldn't. Your ears are for hearing medical conditions. Anything else..." "I won't listen," the doctor promptly responded. His answer pleased Fred, who chuckled and said no more. The doctor returned to the doorway, once again blindfolded with the black cloth. Then someone led him away from the room.

the man said, then I obey him immediately and closed my eyes. After a few seconds, "Ma'am, you may open them slowly," he said. I slowly open my eyes, and my vision is not black now, yet it is blurry. I can see their figure but I can't recognize them. I don't know which one of them is Mr. A. I can only recognize the doctor because of his white suit. "How is it?" The figure in front of me said softly. I face him and told him what I see. "I can't see clearly," I answered.