Miracle Doctor Novels & Stories

Even seasoned doctors bowed their heads, unable to deny the miracle before them. By the time Amelia Grace sat upright, her spine straight, her smile radiant, the cameras outside had already caught wind. Within minutes, headlines raced across the globe: “IMSAEB Witnesses the Impossible, Arla-Rosa Hernandez Heals Amelia Grace.” “Disciple of Ye Tianlong, the Miracle Doctor, Revealed.” “Medical Science or Divine Gift?”

I said as I was quite disappointed in myself. “Well, I guess there was a spot for a miracle for you, Mrs Garner,” the doctor said and stretched a document slip to me. “What??” I asked as I stretched forth my hand and collected the document slip from the doctor, and glanced through, my eyes filled with eagerness and curiosity, and my mind thinking of the possibilities of what she meant by the term “miracle”.

Even with a proper lie, this was going to be messy. “Okay, this is not good,” I commented. “Yeah. Not one bit,” he replied. “So what did the doctor say?” I asked. “A miracle,” he answered. My brow arched as I leaned off the wall. “Fuck. Is it that bad?” He nodded. “A miracle is the only thing that can save Grey.” Just then— “Beta Stiles,” someone called. Instantly, our heads snapped back. It was the doctor. “Alpha,” he acknowledged, his gaze shifting to me.

“Incredible, they can really bring someone back from the dead!” “Exactly! The heart had stopped for over half an hour, yet they saved her — a miracle doctor!” “On my bucket list, who’s this miracle doctor? I want to meet her!” “Dream on. This video was made public for teaching purposes — these surgeons are saving lives, not making friends.” “Exactly!” “At this level, she must be a divine-level doctor like Estelle Moon…” Estelle Moon? ***

Beds that moments before had held death now held breath. One doctor clutched his chest, eyes wide. "It’s a miracle, they’re healed." The words hit me like ice. Miracle? No. Trickery. But my eyes had seen it. How? How had this man done what medicine couldn’t? I didn’t believe in the Moon Goddess the others swore by, nor in seers and their so-called sight. To me, it was all superstition wrapped in lies. And yet here was Norman, robe stained in red, his presence casting him like some sanctified figure.

I laid there for an hour before Gerald ordered his men to take me to the hospital. “She had a miscarriage. She needs all the rest she can get”. From my sleep, I heard the doctor’s voice. I opened my eyes and checked out for Gerald, luckily, he was nowhere in the room. It was my savior, Harrison. He looked disturbed as he spoke with the doctor. The doctor walked out and I slowly whispered his name, “Harry”. He held my hand softly and almost had tears in his eyes. “Mira, I am sorry. Gerald sent me here. I can’t believe he did this to you” he apologized.

I nodded, my throat tight. Then came Dr. Monroe, the head doctor—the man who had overseen my entire treatment. He was an older man with gray streaks in his hair, his glasses perched at the edge of his nose. He had been the first person to speak to me when I woke up, and now, he was here to see me off. “I won’t say much,” he said simply. “But Mira, there is something special about you. I hope you find your purpose and that whatever storm you’re about to walk into, you come out stronger.”

"Haha, a miracle doctor? There ain't a lot of people who dare to call themselves that. Do you have a medical license? Show it to me if you have it. If not, how do you expect me to believe you?" Severin shrugged. "I don't have that." After that, he looked back at Stanley who had placed the medical box on the ground, and said, "Do you see him? He's my assistant, someone who solely assists me in carrying my medical box. That's enough to say that I'm a miracle doctor."

least, is more high-tech equipment. But since he was the hospital's director, I was unable to take any action. An excellent doctor from the Philippines named Abigail Mendoza is who I am, by the way. I was promoted to a good doctor due to the effectiveness of the subsequent operations, which is why. The scheduled time for the procedure is one in the afternoon. I considered visiting the adjacent church that is located just outside the hospital. I begged and pleaded with the Lord to grant me the ability to heal the patient I was about to operate on. But whatever occurs will. She went into the surgical room after that. The hours flew by. She gave God thanks for the successful procedure at five

For all the hers and hims and thems that the system had given up on. I typed back. "Send me the full scans. I will review tonight. Have the family ready for a video consultation tomorrow at 9 AM their time." The response came immediately. "Thank you, Dr. Miravel. They have been waiting for you." Waiting for me. The Miracle Doctor. The woman nobody had ever seen, whose real name nobody knew, whose face was a mystery wrapped in porcelain. I had built a reputation over the years, one impossible case at a time. The doctors in the underground network spoke about me in whispers. Did you hear what she did in Stockholm last year? She saved a man whose heart was failin