Juvenile Medical God Novels & Stories

“You’re going to America then, are you?” “With your permission,” he said with a nod, that ghoulish grin still on his face. “And what of my delicate condition? You said yourself you’ve never heard of this happening before. What shall happen when this child decides it’s time to greet the world?” “I’ll be back before then, I think. If not, there are others who can assist. I have recruited a couple of people who were in the medical field in their former lives. My assistant, Joanna, could help you.”

James admitted. “I love the feel of a classic. It’s all mechanical keyboards for me,” Tres said, shutting he computer back down. James paused. “Let me guess. You’re descended from Hephaestus, right?” “Right you are, bro. It’s not that big a deal though. Everyone here is descended from a god at one point or another. It’s not like we go around claiming allegiance and all that as if we were living out a Percy Jackson book or something. Like with me, mostly you can only tell which divine ancestry someone has from their interests and hobbies and skills and what not.” Tres laughed loudly. “My mom, she grew up Catholic. She totally freaked when my dad spilled the beans after they got married. Dad s

Despite being an unorthodox sect, their members were still mainly doctors and were not proficient as fighters. They were living in an era of chaos, with plundering and life and death battles. When powerhouses like Chase, who were stage nine major martial gods, appear, bloodshed would usually follow. He thought about this. He did not remember ever offending someone like Chase. "Please forgive my ignorance. I'm Undead Joey, the Evil Spirit Miracle Doctor. I'm the master of the Evil Medical Sect. May I know who you are?" Undead Joey was polite. His expression, tone, and movement were flawless. Everything he did showed them great respect. He was worried about offending Chase and his group, which

Aaron said and asked. “Really? You’ll be healed in an hour? That is so cool. I’m a Demi-God, my dad is a God, and my mom is human. The chick that made you shift is my older sister Aria. I just found out today that she’s a Goddess.” I said. “Nice man. Is everyone else a God or Goddess? Well except for Shadriel and Ebony, she’s part of the pack and Shad’s an Angel. Do you know about Mates?” Aaron asked.

The young girl's face dims, and she's ready to release a cry, "Mommy, I thought Jupiter will be alright, then why does my cat need to stay here?" Her mother glides her hand to her small back to comfort her kid, "That's why Jupiter is here so that the doctor can monitor. Don't worry; I'm sure Doctor Harris is good; she can help us." "Please, please, Doctor, heal my Jupiter, please." I grab Juliet's tiny hand and squeeze it gently, "Jupiter will be okay; I'll do my best, I promise." I reassure the young girl.

Tommy muttered silently, “I-Is James really Asclepius, the God of medicine? “Of course.” Gladys wore a smug look. “It was James who treated Thea’s scar. Not once, but twice. If he’s not Asclepius, who is he?” David straightened his back. “That’s James for you. I kid you not. His skills far surpass that of Dr. Fallon.” As James dealt with the crisis, Gladys, David, and the others wore smug looks, as if it was them who resolved the problem.

The offspring of monsters and gods. My son took a step back. "I don't... I don't get it. The deity said, "You were never meant to be small," and he moved forward. "A crown older than the sun is within of you. Accept it—and get up. I moved between them. "He's only a boy!" The god viewed me as though I were a ghost. "He isn't. He is fate. The boy gave a headshake. "No! All I want is to be normal!

I thought about madam maria’s insistence, about the Qur’anic verses she had played on repeat in my room. “Doctor, we are here for medical solutions, not superstitions,” the Minister cut in. Jacobi sighed. “Sir, Islam itself promotes medicine. The Prophet (peace be upon him) said, ‘There is no disease that Allah has created, except that He also has created its treatment.’ But sometimes, healing requires both physical and spiritual intervention.” I looked down at my hands, unsure what I believed anymore. Maybe it was time to seek healing from all angles. “Minister, I don’t think I have the expertise to treat your wife’s condition, and, may Allah grant him Jannah, neither did my father from all