Juvenile Medical God Novels & Stories

Something about potions. Were those the drugs that she has been hearing lately? Though, those usually come with a very fanatic con artist. “I did but it only close superficial wounds, she was barely breathing when I was done with her.” “Then what does this means?” “I’m not too sure but maybe the Goddess Muria had blessed her?” The uncle and Oji-san all seemed taken aback by the doctor’s words yet all Evy could think about was that now they were on the topic of a goddess.

Nevertheless, she took the papers from the elder one. “Aaron’s medical report? What happened to him?” She asked in a loud voice. It shocked Kiara to read the name. Aaron, Kiara’s favorite boy, was the most lively and healthy 10-year-old kid in Heaven’s Abode, and getting something as serious as his medical report naturally shocked her. Without wasting another second, her eyes scanned the papers with utmost focus, only for her to feel broken at last. “He is suffering from cardiomyopathy and has less than two months left in his life.” With a heavy heart, Sister Mary informed Kiara what she was already reading in the reports.

"I'm not that kind of God." "You!" Her bony finger shaking, she points at me, "You're an heir; you heal him." " I...I...I" I stutter, the words unable to leave my mouth. There's nothing I can do to help my cousin; I haven't the ability to heal him, my powers only aid. I feel anguish wash over my body, anguish that's not just my own, and then I hear a faint female voice screaming in the distance, "BECKETT NO!"

“Pacular…Poor child forgotten. You deserve to have a healthy body to live in the happy light, not forever in the dark like this. Pacular, I give you a chance, on this day six years from now, go to a village physician for timely treatment. As long as you believe in me, I will lead you to the light, where you truly belong, my dear." Saying that, the god reached out his hand and grasped those skinny young hands. A chill ran down his spine and he involuntarily withdrew his hand. He looked directly at the frail child who was trying to reach for the warm rays of the sun from him. The god's brow furrowed a bit, but it quickly returned to normal. The genie turned to the smiling infant child, he said

If there were third or fourth-grade pills, that meant that the third or fourth-grade spirited grass existed. If that was the case, where were these spirited grass? Spirited grass or pills like that would likely cause a person of the true god status to combust with energy. This meant that the legends of the ultimate god status may very well be true. “That’s right. My father said that the third and fourth-grade pills exist which means that the ultimate god status might be real.”

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

Izan squeezed my hand, so I swallowed hard. “What does that mean?” I asked Bloom calmly. “The children of gods tend to be larger babies than human or supernatural babies,” Bloom explained. “They're miniature gods, so they're as big as they can be and as strong as their aura allows. And I think the baby is taking a lot more energy from you because it's acting like a little god.” “That's—” “Terrifying,” said doctor Leo. “The baby could kill Selene if that's true.”

He hadn't come because he was breaking under the pressure. He had come because he was a perfect leader facing an unprecedented variable, and he was consulting his elders before he walked his people into the dark. "You need an expeditionary protocol," I said. "I need the one hundred and fourteenth type," Elias said. "The Outlander." I looked out over the valley. The founding ground was a machine built to heal the internal trauma of a specific species. We had perfected the cure for our own disease. But we had never considered that there might be other diseases, or other cures, across the water.

Then, he requested, “May I ask why you did that?” Dr. Micah smiled and explained, “When we see a child under the grace of God, we recognize them. We would have lost the mother and child, but God intervened. Kindly take care of them.” Now, Felix's guilt increased momentarily and he could not hide the wet eyes. The doctor quickly gave him a serviette paper, and he collected and cleaned his eyes. The doctor collected the used serviette and dropped it carefully. “Cheer up. You have every reason to,” the doctor encouraged, and Felix brought his military might to bare and cheered up.

I’ve been to the girls’ apartment a million times. Summer and her crew—Chris, Fati, JoJo—are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. My family’s lived in this area with them our whole lives. Their mom, Meredith, is the main oracle of the Goddess, and my parents are demi-gods. We’re legacy kids, born from the wolves who ended the war and rebuilt the world.