Novel & Cerita Hoaxer Miraculous

Heloise set up an electronic synthesized voice and then called all the TV stations, self-published media, newspapers and magazines in the PHOENIXFELL Empire without leaving out. "Hello, I'm reporting to your department that Councilman Brady Brook is setting up a sinister superstitious ritual of drawing on ghosts and cursing people at home. If you rush over now, you can catch a live shot, if you're late, your opponents will seize the headlines ahead of you."

Someone whispered, "The Miracle Doctor said the treatment method was wrong, and she would vomit blood and faint within three hours. Did she get it right?" Since Larissa publicly healed Ava's leg in front of the crowd, many people came to see her in a new light. They had even started calling her the "Miracle Doctor". "It's probably a trick. Let's see how things go." This came from one of Grisel's die-hard fans. The woman called Reen was in a bloodied condition. Even when unconscious, blood continued to trickle from the corners of her mouth. Reen was about to kick the bucket. Originally, a bunch of relatives came to congratulate her, thinking she had been cured. Before they could say much, Ree

"Someone who isn't supposed to live somehow makes it out of the ER alive and better than ever. He even claims he was touched by an angel. That was the first thing that interested me in this hospital. A little bit and pieces convinced me that the healer had to be working here." I scoffed. "I take it you didn't believe in miracles?" "Two weeks ago, I did another test. I found someone on the wrong side of the road. Found out he had a pregnant wife and his whole life ahead of him. The kind that would gather the sympathy of someone with empathy and fucked him really good. Internal bleeding, a swollen brain and broken bones. Three days ago, he walked out of the hospital like a new man. I do believ

The miracle doctor was widely known, yet even after tracing those who claimed to have met him, there was no concrete lead. “Boss, could a hacker be helping the miracle doctor hide his identity?” Natalie didn’t answer immediately. She lowered her gaze, thought for a moment, then said, “No.” “I checked as well.” Bennett frowned. He knew how extraordinary her hacking skills were. She ranked first in the world. If she said someone didn’t exist, then that person truly didn’t. Still, he couldn’t understand it. “If such a person doesn’t exist, why are so many people suddenly convinced of miracle doctors and rushing to prove something that isn’t real?”

"Because it sounds like a desperate lie. It sounds like you are inventing a miracle just so you can blame Ezekiel for stealing it away." "I am not inventing anything," I said, my voice dropping to a harsh, jagged hiss. "I am telling you what I saw." "Splendid," Christopher nodded, his lips pulling back into a tight, humourless line. "Then explain the miracle. How does a backwater pack healer reverse an ancient curse?"

"You need to see this." --- Marcus set the tablet on my desk and stepped back, wisely putting distance between us. I scrolled through the article he had pulled up, my jaw tightening with every paragraph. Miracle Doctor at Umbra Pack. Supernatural medical forums buzzing with speculation. Other packs requesting visits, asking about treatment protocols, wondering if the rumors were true. A vampire healer working for wolves. Impossible. Unprecedented. Most comments were amazed, grateful, hopeful. Then I found the one that made my blood go cold.

"I heard that there are many scammers everywhere now. You must be careful. Being cheated of money is secondary. If someone dies, it will be a big deal!" Secretary Lucia's face suddenly turned cold when she heard this. She has also seen many experts with excellent medical skills, but Charles, whether in clothing or appearance, has nothing to do with the word "miracle doctor". Can such a person save Ms. Zorion? She would only believe it if she was stupid! Secretary Lucia took a deep breath and said that she could not let Edward mess around anymore!

He thrashed his hands, yelling. My face paled. People called me the miracle doctor. They worshipped me like they worshipped their idols and influencers. "That's—That's not possible. Sir, I can stop it. Let me—" He chuckled bitterly. "How? When it has 1 million views already in just an hour, you think you can control it? You are finished, Dr. Ross." I rushed for my phone. It almost fell from my shaking hands as I searched for the video. He didn't lie. My face was all over the internet.

“That’s not 'divine connection.' That’s a localized seizure in the temporal lobe. You’re not bridging worlds; you’re suffering from a self-induced hallucination that happens to have a kinetic output. You’re a biological battery, Evangeline. A battery that Xander and his pack of mongrels have been draining to power their own delusions.” For hours, the mental assault continued. Vaughn used her own medical education as a weapon. Every "miracle" she had performed, he reduced to a chemical reaction. Every feeling of connection she had with Xander, he dismissed as a "pheromonal bond common in pack-based predatory mammals."

I said that telling someone to calm down never makes them calm down, so she just made me even more anxious. She hesitantly held the phone up for me to see. I gasped. The first thing that caught my eye was the picture taken from outside a restaurant—a picture of me and Aaron. That was confusing enough. Then my eyes went to the top corner. There's a headline. "SOMEONE'S HIT JACKPOT." It was a blog; I looked from the headline to the picture and then to Faith's face. This had to be a joke. "You're messing with me, right? There's no way this is real." I said, in disbelief, that it just couldn't be real.