Miracle Doctor Novels & Stories

Sergey Lebedov! I thought to myself, but from the faint widening of his eyes, then I must have said it out loud. “So you know him, then I can assume that you know me as well?!” The same man who was having a knife against my neck said and I gritted my teeth as I glared at him because yes, I fucking know him too. “What the fuck are you doing here, Doctor Ezra? Lola’s cell isn’t this one.” I said sarcastically after standing up and wrapping my hands around my chest and relaxing my stance because now I was sure that they weren’t here to hurt me.

Everyone clapped. “Now some people might think this is just fancy prostitution, but this is more than meets the eye. The Sex Doctor is about relieving the stresses of everyday life. Sex is very therapeutic and can have amazingly positive effects on ones everyday life. This is also about fulfilling fantasies and making dreams come to reality. In doing so I promise to help many charities along my journey and want to make a huge impact on this community.”

“I can’t explain how your wife is pregnant without getting her medical records from the hospital. The only thing I can say is that this could only be a miracle.” “Don’t bullshit me doctor,” I watched him, annoyingly. Not him too talking of miracles. “I’m a doctor and I have dealt with rare cases and miracles happen.” He shrugged. “When will you know more about Diya?” I asked. I was trying hard. Really hard to calm down. One person can only take so much pressure and this was too much. I felt like I couldn’t contain anything. I was afraid of my reaction because all I kept thinking of was how wrong all of this could go.

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

But the biggest change came when Silas handed me a small plastic case. "Colored contacts," Silas explained. "Grey-blue. Your natural brown eyes are too well-known from the news broadcasts during the cartel trial. Change them." I popped the lenses in. When I blinked against the initial sting and looked into the mirror, I gasped. The warmth was entirely gone. A stranger stared back at me. With the platinum hair, the sharp makeup, and the icy grey-blue eyes, I looked detached from reality. I looked like an eccentric, ultra-wealthy European aristocrat who had never known a day of labor in her life.

William asked in a grizzled voice. "What a miracle! I humbly bow to you. What do I call you, sir?" The attending doctor admitted defeat, deeply shocked, and slowly raised his thumbs. "You incompetent doctors, you can call me William Abbott," William said casually, stroking his beard. William Abbott? The attending doctor was greatly astonished. The legendary divine doctor who could heal with just a boastful attitude actually existed, and he was right in front of them! "D—Divine doctor? Could you give me an autograph?!" The attending doctor quickly became a fanboy.

Julian demanded, his voice a deadly, quiet rumble. "They call her Dr. S," the older man breathed, his eyes wide with a mixture of reverence and fear. "She is the phantom of the medical world. She operates entirely outside the jurisdiction of any global health organization. She has cured paralyzed royalty, reversed terminal organ failure in cartel bosses, and performed neurosurgeries that defy modern science. If anyone on this earth can synthesize a cure for your wife's specific mutation, it is her." Julian’s pulse kicked into a steady, predatory rhythm. Finally, a target. A problem that could be hunted down and bought. "Where do I find this Dr. S?"

Cayden retorted angrily, “Do you think I’m like you? Mr. Townsend’s done me a favor, and I’m not an ungrateful, despicable person! “Kayson Yarde here is a miracle doctor and someone I’ve gotten to treat Mr. Townsend. Scram, don’t get in our way.” Miracle doctor? Dickson froze before he looked at Kayson darkly and scoffed, “Miracle doctor, huh… He’s so young!” The guy looked like he was a fresh graduate and called himself a miracle doctor? Was Cayden Lane losing his sanity? Others might have deceived him. It’d be great in that case!

Cayden retorted angrily, “Do you think I’m like you? Mr. Townsend’s done me a favor, and I’m not an ungrateful, despicable person! “Kayson Yarde here is a miracle doctor and someone I’ve gotten to treat Mr. Townsend. Scram, don’t get in our way.” Miracle doctor? Dickson froze before he looked at Kayson darkly and scoffed, “Miracle doctor, huh… He’s so young!” The guy looked like he was a fresh graduate and called himself a miracle doctor? Was Cayden Lane losing his sanity? Others might have deceived him. It’d be great in that case!

he said. Adrian helped Gloria into the car as Mya climbed into the passenger seat. Hayden got behind the wheel and they pulled away from the port area. Adrian asked Hayden, “What’s the story with the miracle doctor? Tell me the situation in detail.” Hayden nodded and said, “According to the locals, the miracle doctor had refused all outside contact. He lives in a mountain forest far away and has set numerous traps to discourage people from entering. But there are some who claim that he would treat the locals. I even heard that he has a few apprentices who opened a clinic in the city.”