Healer Asian Drama Novels & Stories

Sheila turned to look at them, her expression blank. "Who are you all, and how did I end up here?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Well, you had an accident and was brought here..." Doctor Clemson began. "Doctor, please stop talking. My head hurts like hell," Sheila cut him off, her eyes closing in pain. Doctor Clemson nervously asked Sheila if she could remember anything about her friends or family but Sheila, holding her head in tears, replied that her head hurt badly and begged for help. Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila.

She added some type of liquid to turn the stuff into a cream. The scent was oddly fluorescent and started to appear a light purple shade. “This will heal her exterior damage,” she explained as she started to rub the cream on Carol’s scratches and bruises. “When do you think she will be fully healed?” I asked. She looked at the clock. “In a few hours. She will be healed before sunrise,” the healer said. “I’m Candace by the way. The empire healer.” “Aiden,” I introduced. “You are from the Capital.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway.

She replied with a scream. Dane and I exchanged a look as we took position while Zane tried distracting her from the pain. In one swift movement, Dane and I turned her over, her back facing the healer whose hands were raised in the air ready to work. "This might be painful, but I need you to be very strong." The healer said as he adjusted her dress so he could reach her back. His fingers stroked around her spine region, as he checked the bones there, he shook his head as though he wasn't sure about what he saw. Sierra stuffed the edge of the blankets inside her mouth muffling her screams.

The betrayal felt different. The healers continued to fret around me, their tonics tasting like ash, their prayers sounding like insults. I could feel my strength draining into the floorboards, the lights in the room growing dim and distant. "If this is what you say it is, then only Sara, the former Healer will be able to heal him. I have seen her heal someone with similar issues in the past." One of Nayomi's apprentice whispered and I heard. "Is what she's saying true?" I asked Nayomi.

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He looks over at the young monk standing by the door. "Go and get Aryan. Tell the healer that our friends have arrived." The monk bows and leaves the room, and I feel a sudden stiffness in my chest. Cairo must've told Brother Shen every single detail about what happened. Brother Shen reaches for a ceramic pot and carefully pours a steaming amber liquid into two tiny, brown teacup mugs, handing them to us. "The healer I am bringing to see you is very special, Diana. She comes from my mother’s side of the family. My mother is Indian, and her lineage is full of traditional spiritual healers who understand the hidden rhythms of a woman's body.”

I laugh out of anger and say, "I'm Alpha Xander's cousin. I don't pay a single cent in his territory. If anyone has a problem with that, have Xander come say it to my face." But the healer only rolls her eyes. "You bitch, trying to use such lowly tricks to get my Alpha's attention? You wish! If you don't pay up today, I'll strip you naked and throw you onto the street so that everyone can smell how foul you are!" She has no idea who she's threatening. I take a deep breath and quickly contact my Beta. "Tell Xander—either banish this healer from the pack, or I'll banish him." ...

"This potion will relax her nerves and let her sleep comfortably. If you can, stay by her side, and speak to her. Though she won't respond, she'll feel your presence, and that might bring her back." "So...you're telling me you can't cure her?" "That...I'm sorry, but...there's really nothing...I can do in this...case." The Healer stammered, a sudden wave of pressure pressing down on his chest. He felt stifled, and heaved like a fish on dry land. Iblis retracted his aura as suddenly as he unleashed it. Waving away the Healer and all the servants in the room, he climbed onto the bed and gathered his wife in his arms again.

“Right here. Look at me.” “I’m here,” I gasped, though the world kept tilting, narrowing, every sound stretching and distorting under the pressure building inside me. “It’s progressing fast,” the healer said, her tone controlled but tighter now. “Faster than expected.” “Is that a problem?” Javier demanded immediately. “It can be,” she answered without looking at him. “But not if she stays focused.” “I am focused,” I said, though another wave rose before I could even finish the thought, crashing through me with brutal force as my back arched slightly and a cry escaped before I could stop it.

The only thing left was silence and regret for how he had hurt a woman who loved him so much. The healer grinned like a sneaky child. "I will need a jade. The purest you can find. A stone that holds memory better than a fragile human mind. I’ll need it to anchor her spirit so it does not scatter like ash.” Cole nodded sharply at his men. “Get it. Now. Tear apart the city if you must.” The guards bowed and hurried out. The healer’s list, however, was only beginning. “Meats,” he continued, expression so serious Cole felt his heart in his throat.