Healer Asian Drama Novels & Stories

“But I don't know if it will work. They're really busy.” She walked away down the hall, leaving me by myself in the empty waiting room. I walked back and forth, feeling more nervous with each second that went by. Finally, after what felt like forever, the healer came back. She was with a woman in a white coat, who looked very tired. “Ms. Ashton.” the woman said, her voice gentle but firm. “I'm a healer. I'm in charge of the King's medical care.” I ran up to her, looking at her face for a good sign. “How is he?” I asked, my voice very quiet. “Will he be okay?”

He had heard that only healers had the ability to do that. Ashina stood up immediately, she felt a little weak after healing Gael, when she touched his hands again, it wasn't as cold as it was when she first touched him, she could feel the blood flowing warmly, and his temperature reduced to normal, it wasn't that high anymore. His lips weren't chapped and pale anymore and his skin color returned to normal. As she stood aside, Hrolf glared at her when she stepped back, wondering why his son wasn't up.

I wrote on the notepad again, "What does this have to do with the healer?" The beta's expression turned serious, "The healer specializes in helping pregnant women who have experienced trauma. She can help you cope with your emotions and ensure a healthy pregnancy." I felt a lump form in my throat as I heard the beta's words. No one had ever offered to help me like that before. I had always been on my own, fighting to survive. I looked up at the beta, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. But all I saw was kindness and concern in his eyes.

Elowen asked. “Most of it,” Mae said. “He’s stubborn. His body listened.” Kieran managed a faint, crooked smile. “Told you. Hate to ruin your Rite and your convoy in one go.” Elowen huffed an almost‑laugh. The healer—a compact woman with ink‑stained fingers and a pinched expression—stood near the hearth, arms crossed. “She wants to try more,” the healer said, jerking her chin at Elowen. “Deep healing. She thinks she can clear the rest of the trauma in one go.”

Normal life, continuing despite everything. People greeted me warmly as we passed, offering congratulations on the pregnancy, asking about the Alpha, expressing hope that the troubles would soon be over. I smiled and nodded and tried to project a confidence I didn't entirely feel. We stopped at the healer's house first, where an elderly woman was recovering from a fall. I placed my hands on her fractured arm, letting the golden light flow from my palms, feeling the bone knit back together beneath my touch. It felt good. Right. This was what I was meant to do.

Nolan waved at Seara and shouted, “I’ll stop by during your break, Beautiful!” In the academy’s medical room, Seara tried to focus. Healer Winona—a meticulous middle-aged female wolf healer—accompanied her. In front of them was a guard soldier suffering from a shoulder fracture due to combat training. "Remember, Seara. You are a non-dominant healer," Winona explained. "You cannot force the energy out. You have to feel it flow like water filling the cracks in the broken bones. Place your hands on his shoulder, close your eyes, and imagine the bones coming back together."

“Tis is always to be here.” “And you are Steve Kane, the challenged.” Grimkeeper said as he like he was certain. Steve noticed that the man’s eyes were stark black orbs with no iris or white. Grimkeeper sniffed loudly. “You smell sweetly of death,” he said it like it was a compliment. “So many lives have died by your hands.” Emma was unnerved by the way the black-eyed man spoke. His voice was familiar but Emma was so confused that she could not place it. “And you are the Healer who also holds death in her hands,” Grimkeeper said with a smile. Emma shivered uncomfortably as she looked into his eyes. She saw…nothing and everything in the strange being’s eyes. She averted her eyes unable to mai

“The tent. They need you.” --- The healers' tent is chaos. Greta’s working on a warrior with a chest wound, her hands stained red. Rina dashes between cots, carrying water and bandages, her face pale but determined. Other healers are moving through the rows. Selena is at the far end, her hands pressed against a warrior’s leg. The wound is deep, and the bone is exposed. Her hands glow a soft gold as the flesh knits together. She sways, catching herself.

"But he’s lost a lot of blood. The healer is doing everything she can." I didn’t wait to hear more. I rushed past Silas and into the room, my breath catching in my throat as I saw Asher lying on the bed, his skin pale, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The healer was bent over him, her hands glowing with a soft light as she worked to mend his wounds. "Asher," I whispered, tears welling in my eyes as I approached the bed. I reached out, taking his hand in mine, feeling the coldness of his skin against my warmth.

I screamed at the orderly who was running after the stretcher. “He had a concussion.” “Oh my God. This is bad.” My board slipped through my fingers but I didn't bother for it. “Hey Adam, can you hear me?” I grabbed the side of the gurney and ran after it. I reached for his hand and squeezed. “Adam, I need you to stay awake for me.” His eyes fluttered open for a second and immediately shut down again. We burst through the theater doors. The light was blinding for a second and I winced at how bright it was.